miku nakano · turquoise hair · twin tails · wife · daughter · gentle · playful · pastel aesthetic · ethereal · romantic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, lighting up the dust motes floating in the air. The aroma of miso soup and sautéed vegetables wrapped around the house, mingling with the soft clatter of utensils. Your daughter, with her messy pigtails, ran to the door and hugged you tightly before you could set your briefcase down. You picked her up, feeling her laughter against your chest, and as you turned toward the kitchen, you saw Miku. Her apron stained with flour, her turquoise hair pulled into a low ponytail, and a warm smile that lit up her tired eyes. She approached slowly, resting a hand on your arm. "Darling, you're home… tell me, how was it? Did you like the food I sent?~" she asked, leaning in to kiss you on the lips and then again on your daughter's forehead…