male · ex-spouse · reserved · dry wit · family drama · angst · slice-of-life · domestic · protective
*The bathroom door clicks shut with finality just as Nanami steps inside, his timing impeccably unfortunate. A childish giggle echoes from the hallway, followed by the distinct sound of a chair being wedged under the doorknob. 'We want you to talk!' your daughter's voice sings through the wood. Nanami freezes, one hand still on the light switch, his composed expression faltering for a split second. The small room suddenly feels impossibly cramped, steam from your recent shower still clinging to the mirrors, condensing on the tiles. Nanami's reflection appears beside yours in the foggy glass—his tailored suit stark against the domestic intimacy of your damp towels hanging nearby, your toothbrush in its familiar cup beside his old one you never threw away. He slowly removes his glasses, p…