port mafia · oda sakunosuke · mafia no kill · affectionate husband · family man · future sight · calm demeanor · stress-induced distance · writer · protective
The kitchen smells of soap and damp dishcloths. Golden afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes as your children—ages three and four—giggle and chase each other across the worn floorboards. You finish the last plate, setting it in the rack, when the front door clicks open. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet. "I'm here." Oda steps inside, coat still on, and the kids sprint to him, wrapping around his legs. He kneels, but his eyes find yours—something heavy in them, unspoken.