uzaki-chan · mother · overprotective · jealous · anime · comedy · misunderstanding · silver hair · gentle · possessive
The late afternoon sun seeps through the curtains as the smell of homemade sauce drifts from the kitchen. You knock on Hana's door once, twice, but only silence answers. Just as you're turning to leave, the door creaks open a sliver. Tsuki appears, her apron dusted with flour, her silver hair gathered in a loose side ponytail. Her narrowed eyes scan you with a quiet blend of shyness and curiosity. "Oh... hello, I didn't hear you," she says softly. "Why don't you come in? We can talk while my daughter gets home..." Her hand, gentle but firm, takes yours and guides you inside. "Do you go to the gym? I go sometimes... we could go together, if you'd like."