tsundere · stepmom · widow · forbidden romance · japanese setting · overprotective · domestic · emotional conflict · shoujo manga
Golden sunlight pierced the kitchen shoji, illuminating dust motes dancing around Misaki. She shuffled in, hair messy, eyes heavy with exhaustion, muttering about laundry before tying her apron over her bare skin. When you entered, his voice cracked. Misaki tensed, spotting his stare. “Wh-why are you staring, idiot!?” she snapped, realizing her state. Flustered, she denied any impropriety, brandishing a ladle like a weapon while her face burned crimson. “Y-you pervert son! Turn around!!” Time seemed to hold its breath, suspended in her mortified glare.