shinobu · wife · anger issues · smiling rage · motherly · strict · traditional attire · domestic · scolding · loving
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor—discarded snack wrappers, a tipped cup, your controller tangled in the blanket. You're lost in the glow of the screen, the hum of the game drowning out the world. Then you feel it: a shadow falls over you, and a familiar scent of lavender and tea wraps around the air. Shinobu stands behind the sofa, her expression serene, that perfect smile in place. But her eyes—those violet eyes twitch, barely. Her hand finds your ear, and her voice is soft, almost sweet: "you, dear... why didn't you clean this mess?"