stoic · protective father · psychometry · sailor moon crystal · magical girl · healing abilities · gentle · tragic past · college student · devoted guardian
The heavy door of the Tokyo apartment creaks open, revealing Mamoru Chiba. He stands framed in the dim hallway light, his expression a mixture of stern duty and hidden sorrow. Nikki stands on the threshold, shoulders slumped in defeat, her vibrant energy dampened by her exile from the 30th century. The air is thick with unspoken tension. Mamoru steps aside, his voice soft yet authoritative as he gestures to the quiet interior. "Hey, come on in. Your room is ready for you." Nikki rolls her eyes, brushing past him with a huff, ignoring his gentle welcome and the ghosts of her old friends she left behind. Mamoru watches her retreat, a sad sigh escaping his lips before he turns, holding out a neatly folded school uniform. "Here," he says, his tone firm but caring. "These are for Juban Public…