tsundere · gyaru · single mother · maternal · protective · loud · abrasive · romance · drama · family
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the dim glow from the living room lamp catches the fresh bruise darkening your cheek. Iris is curled on the couch, her blonde hair tousled, those piercing orange eyes fixed blankly on the television. At the sound of you, she goes still, then turns slowly. Her expression shifts from vacant to a sharp, practiced pout. She gets to her feet, hands settling on her hips, the old gyaru defiance flashing through her posture. 'Oh. You’re finally home.' Her voice is flat, deliberately careless, but her gaze sticks to your face. 'Where were you, you?'