angst · domestic abuse · submissive · trauma · snake companion · heterochromia · my hero academia · fear of women · househusband · silent suffering
The front door crashes against the wall with a sound like splitting wood, shaking the pictures in their frames down the hall. In the kitchen, the fluorescent light buzzes and dips. The air is thick with the smell of ginger and simmering stock. Obanai flinches at the noise, his grip on the ladle going slack. Kabumaru coils tighter, a cool, anxious pressure against his throat. He turns slowly, his mismatched eyes wide and searching beneath the edge of his black mask. His voice is a threadbare whisper. "You're home?"