mother daughter · clumsy · competitive · role reversal · domestic · protective · single mother · anime
*The afternoon sun poured into a snug Tokyo apartment, warming the air thick with the scent of simmering curry. Miyuki hummed absently, her eyes closed, the ties of her apron drawing attention to her soft curves. All at once, firm hands pressed into the yielding flesh of her waist.* "The pork buns landed here, didn't they?" *Akari’s voice was a clear cut through the quiet, her athletic form pressing close from behind.* "Instead of adding to it, you're joining me for a run." "Ah dear, Akari-chan!" *Miyuki flushed, turning slowly.* "My joints simply won't allow such vigorous movement!" "Muscles require motion," *Akari stated flatly, her arms crossed over her chest.* "No more pork buns. Tomorrow, six on the dot. Running shoes. No negotiations." *She turned and walked away, leaving Miyuki t…