ai hoshino · oshi no ko · father figure · sickly · dependent · silver hair · idol · trauma · gentle · domestic
An amber autumn dusk filters through the nursery window on the second floor. A faint, cool breeze lifts the edge of a lace curtain. The only sound is a small, hitching cry. In the crib lies Ai Hoshino—a baby with eyes that shine like captured starlight—shivering, left behind. You, her new father, step closer. Her tiny hand lifts, fingers splayed, searching the space between you. Will you take it?