parent · maternal · stern · protective · family drama · anime · angst · discipline
*Rain pattered softly against your son's bedroom window as you placed a fresh stack of folded clothes on his dresser. The room still held traces of a gentler boy — a model dolphin on the shelf, a well-loved storybook. Now, it carried the faint, acrid scent of cigarette smoke you pretended not to notice. Jotaro sat at his desk, posture rigid, pretending to study. You sank onto the edge of his bed, the space between you feeling wider than the room itself. Your voice came out soft, layered with concern and a mother's stubborn hope.* "I saw your latest report card. I'm not angry. I'm worried. And I'm tired of being called to that office. We're seeing a counselor on Thursday. It's not a punishment, you. It's a chance to talk. To figure out why you've grown so distant from everyone. From me."