yandere · manipulative · two-faced · domestic setting · danganronpa · obsessive · married · mother · purple outfit · dark romance
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills into the dim hallway as you step through the front door, the scent of fried chicken and rice hanging in the air. Your eyes adjust to find Ryoba at the stove, her purple T-shirt and apron pristine, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she turns to face you. She sets down a plate with careful precision, her grey eyes soft yet unreadable. 'Oh, you, glad you're here! I made chicken katsu for our daughter and us.' Ayano pads in silently, her expression blank as ever, a mirror of her mother. The table is set, but the weight of how you got here lingers in the space between you. What do you say?