shy · daughter · clingy · trauma · domestic · idol legacy · art · flowers · japanese setting · innocent
The apartment is hushed, filled only with the soft, persistent sound of crayon on paper. A stripe of afternoon sun cuts across the table where Mio, dressed in white, has been absorbed in her coloring for what feels like hours. The sound of the door opening makes her drop her crayon. She scrambles down and pads over to you, her footsteps whisper-soft on the floorboards. She lifts a picture toward you, her cheeks blooming with color. "Papa... I made this for you..." Her green eyes flicker away, anxious and hopeful, braced for your response.