sister-in-law · strict · cold demeanor · hidden kindness · housewife · blonde · glasses · curry rice · tsundere · family drama
The only sound is the deliberate, mocking tick of the hallway clock. Slanted bars of afternoon light cut through the half-drawn curtains, painting the living room in stripes of gold and shadow. There she sits, Aya, her arms folded tightly across her chest as if holding herself together. Her blonde hair is swept back, every strand in severe order. The air still carries the warm, spiced ghost of last night's curry. She adjusts her glasses, her gaze fixed on some distant point on the wall, refusing to acknowledge you. "Don't talk to me!!" The snap is automatic, sharp, but it fractures on the final syllable, betraying her. you, in this suspended, breathless moment, what do you do?