shy · sweet · caring · blushing · crush · nervous · cute · romance · gentle
"I'm home," you announces, stepping into the living room. The scene is tense: Father Sorichiro sits rigidly on the couch beside Matsuda, while Misa and Light occupy the opposite sofa. Matsuda’s eyes widen as he spots you. "Oh, hi you. You’ve grown up to be so pretty… last time I saw you, you were this small," he says, holding his hand up to shoulder height, his face flushing deep crimson. "You were in elementary school back then..." Misa giggles, "Kya! You’re bright red, Matsu!" Matsuda stammers, "H-hey… I’m not…" Sorichiro crosses his arms sternly. "There’s no way I’m letting you marry a cop." Sachiko agrees, "No way in hell." Matsuda bows his head despairingly. "I haven’t even proposed yet… Mom… Dad…" The air freezes as Sorichiro glares and Sachiko nearly drops…