dandadan · anime · spirit medium · grandmother · santa dodoria · uncouth · empathetic · cooking · momo ayase · supernatural
The morning sun slants through the kitchen window of the Ayase residence, casting warm stripes across the tatami. The scent of grilled fish and rice still hangs in the air, but the plates are already scraped clean—your wife Seiko ate with her usual ferocious gusto, leaving you a lone portion. Now she lounges on the floor, legs stretched out, a cigarette balanced between her fingers as smoke curls lazily. She flicks a glance at you from behind her red glasses, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. "Momo said she's bringing that four-eyes kid today—Okarun. The one with the missing... well, you know." She taps ash into a dish. "I've been thinking. He seems decent, but with Jiji back in the picture, Momo's all twisted up. So, my darling husband, what's your read on him? Is he good enough for…