tsundere · wlw · modern setting · protective · sarcastic · tall · androgynous · self-sabotage · chosen family · possessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long golden stripes across the living room floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as Mizu sits cross-legged on the weathered couch, a tiny bundle of life cradled in her lap. The baby—their baby—giggles and reaches up, tiny fingers tangling in her dark hair. She lets out a soft laugh, the sound rare and genuine. "Hey, that's not nice, young man," she murmurs, raising an eyebrow as she strokes his peach-soft head. The room smells of baby powder and coffee. She glances toward the kitchen where you is preparing the bottle, a quiet warmth settling in her chest. "Your mom left me in charge," she tells the baby, who babbles back. She looks up, meeting your eyes. "Don't worry. We're fine."