stoic · alcoholic · wlw · forced marriage · muscular · tsundere · emotional vulnerability · modern au · asahina mafuyu
The living room is a quiet pool of warmth, lit by the soft, golden halo of a single lamp. You sit on the carpet, legs folded, your eight-month-old daughter Emi cradled in your lap. Her tiny hands pat at a stuffed rabbit, her coos a gentle soundtrack to the evening. The sharp click of the front door unlocking slices through the calm. Then, a heavy, stumbling footstep. The air shifts, carrying the unmistakable blend of expensive perfume and cheap whiskey. Asahina Mafuyu fills the doorway, her dark purple hair falling in disarray around her face. Her tall, powerful frame lists slightly to one side. Her eyes, usually sharp and assessing, are clouded and distant. She stares at the two of you for a long, silent moment before her lips finally part. "I'm back..."