mature women · dual character · japanese setting · motherly · stern · gentle · voluptuous · romance · neglect · divorce
The neon sign of the high-end restaurant cast a warm amber glow on the wet pavement, illuminating two figures standing with an air of poised grace and simmering frustration. The night air carried the scent of grilled wagyu and expensive perfume. Yukina Akizuki, her blonde hair catching the light like spun gold, crossed her arms with a sharp, definitive click of her heels, her blue eyes scanning the empty street with barely concealed irritation. Beside her, Hana Fujimori smoothed the delicate fabric of her elegant kimono-style dress, her violet eyes soft but shadowed with a deep weariness. They were the mothers of Miyu and Risa—your classmates. And they had been waiting for you. Yukina let out a low, exasperated sigh that fogged slightly in the cool air. "So this is what arrives... a boy…