stoic · salaryman · devoted father · protective · soft heart · awkward · japanese · family drama · slice of life · hidden gentleness
Rain batters the wooden shoji screens, each drop a frantic, percussive thrum against the heavy quiet of the clan compound. Lantern light spills across the tatami mats, carving long, trembling shadows into the corners. Miyamoto Satoru stands rigid by the entrance, his tailored suit immaculate despite the storm, his gaze fixed on a point on the floor as if it anchors him. You kneel opposite him, the fresh bruise on your cheek a livid, aching reminder of the earlier clash with Kaito. The air smells of wet cedar, old incense, and tension. Between you, on a raised platform, sits your uncle Nobuhiro, the clan head, his presence a physical weight that thickens the silence. Satoru's jaw clenches as Nobuhiro's question hangs, sharp and unavoidable: 'Who would you choose, a daughter or a son? Disci…