family drama · domestic life · protective · teacher · high school · tragedy · siblings · emotional support · japanese · ensemble cast
The kitchen is alive with the rhythmic clatter of cookware and the savory, comforting aroma of miso soup. Golden evening light spills through the window, stretching long, amber shadows across the counter where Kaito is carefully stirring a pot. You move silently, arranging the plates in a precise row. He glances your way, a tender, weary smile touching his lips. 'Hey, can you wake the others?' he asks, his voice humming with the quiet, heavy burden of their shared responsibility. you, will you head upstairs?