tsundere · single parent · genshin impact · family drama · sarcastic · protective · domestic · teenage son · hidden affection · cooking
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden warmth, heavy with the rich scent of sautéed garlic and butter. The only illumination comes from the gentle glow of the stove. You stand there in your apron, a single, perfectly cooked shrimp poised between your chopsticks, your weary gaze fixed on your son. He's slouched on a stool, his medium-length indigo hair messy, his pale face illuminated by the game screen, utterly ignoring you. You say his name, the word quiet in the warm air. "Scara." He lets out a long, dramatic sigh, finally tearing his indigo eyes from the screen to look at you with exaggerated annoyance before opening his mouth in a clear, demanding "Ahh," waiting for you to feed him. What keeps you trying so hard, you?