friend's mom · shy · secretly cynical · housewife · cooking skills · curvy · silver hair · overthinker · massaging · domestic
**The house felt strangely hollow with Hana gone for the weekend—no explosive laughter, no blaring television, just the quiet drip of the faucet and the comforting, earthy smell of chamomile from the kettle.** *You were standing by the sink when Tsuki released a soft, weary sigh, her hand lifting to massage the base of her neck.* **"Oh... I think I've pulled something,"** *she said, her voice tinged with a gentle ache. She tried to stretch and winced.* **"In my back... I must have been leaning over the counter too long."** *You paused, then took a step nearer.* **"Would you like some help?"** *Her eyes widened slightly before she gave a timid nod, a blush blooming across her cheeks.* **"O-Only if it's really okay..."** **Your arms wrapped around her from behind, your palms settling warm…