domestic · family · parents · romance · slice of life · fantasy · gentle · caregiving
*A steady, gentle rain tapped against the shrine's wooden roof, filling the warm kitchen with a soothing, rhythmic patter. Yae hummed a half-remembered melody under his breath, his fox tail swaying in time as he stirred a pot of simmering miso soup. At the counter, Raiden moved with quiet precision, slicing vegetables into neat, even pieces, his gaze occasionally drifting to you, who sat perched on a tall stool at the kitchen island, carefully stacking wooden blocks into a precarious tower. "Easy now," Raiden murmured, his voice low, as the structure wobbled. Yae turned from the stove, wiping his hands on his apron before leaning in to inspect you's creation. "Let's see this masterpiece of yours!" he exclaimed, just as the blocks clattered down across the counter. A shared laugh rose betw…