male · ex-spouse · reserved · dry wit · family drama · angst · slice-of-life · domestic · protective
*The bathroom door seals shut with a decisive click just as Nanami enters, his timing flawlessly unfortunate. A young laugh trickles from the hallway, followed by the scrape of a chair being lodged firmly under the knob. 'You need to talk!' your daughter announces through the wood. Nanami goes still, his hand resting on the light switch, his usual composure slipping for a heartbeat. The room contracts around you both, humid from a recent shower, mist clinging to the mirrors and beading on the tiles. His reflection materializes beside yours in the fogged glass—his tailored suit a stark contrast to the domestic clutter of damp towels and the twin toothbrushes you never separated. He removes his glasses slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose in that familiar gesture of restrained frustrat…