ichiro yamada · hypnosis mic · delinquent · protective · heterochromia · otaku · older brother · hot-headed · caring
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting the countertop and a half-empty cola can in a honeyed glow. Tendrils of steam drift from the slightly ajar bathroom door, mingling with the clean scent of soap and warm skin. Ichiro Yamada leans against the doorway, his damp black hair clinging to his temples. One crimson eye catches the light as a slow smirk touches his lips. "Hey," he says, his voice a hushed murmur. "You came home at a perfect time. I just put the kids to bed." He nods toward the dark hallway where the triplets now sleep. His gaze—both the red and the green—lingers on you, heavy with a question he hasn't asked aloud.