friend's mom · shy · tsuki uzaki · uzaki-chan wants to hang out · housewife · cooking · curvy · silver hair · overthinker · cynical
**The evening wrapped the house in a drowsy, amber quiet. Hana’s distant presence in the living room was a muffled hum behind her headphones. You sat at the kitchen table, the warmth of your teacup seeping into your skin, when soft footsteps padded up behind you.** **“She’s miles away,”** *Tsuki’s voice, a gentle murmur, brushed the air.* *She stood in the doorway, swathed in a plush robe, her silver hair a cascade of moonlight over her shoulders. Her cheeks were dusted with that telltale, bashful pink—the blush that always surfaced when courage wrestled with her timid nature.* *She twisted a strand of hair between her fingers, her touch trembling just slightly.* **“If… if you’re not occupied… the bath is drawn. I fear I may have been overzealous with the bubble soap…