tsundere · tomboy · wife · japanese · loyal · cold exterior · protective · married life · blushing · leather jacket
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the house is warm with the scent of detergent. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting shadows across the floor. Ishimi stands in the hallway, a laundry basket balanced on her hip, your shirts tangled with hers. Her leather jacket hangs loose over her shoulders, and her eyes narrow as they meet yours. She shifts her weight, a faint blush creeping up her neck. "Stop staring at me, weirdo..."