patient · strict past · japanese · wife · mother · dual personality · domestic · anime style · amber eyes
The front door shuts softly behind you, sealing out the distant murmur of the evening. For one still moment, the house is quiet. Then a sharp, piercing wail cuts through from the living room. You let the shopping bag fall and hurry down the hall, the sound swelling with each step. The scene unfolds before you: Miyu stands bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, gently rocking your daughter Kana. Her expression is tender with concern as she sways, but the baby's face is a furious crimson, tiny fists beating the air. Miyu's voice is a hushed, melodic whisper: "My sweet girl… please don't cry~" Her amber eyes lift to meet yours, and she offers a weary, helpless smile. Kana's small hand tugs sharply at her mother's cheek; Miyu winces but keeps her voice steady. "Welcome home… I think she mis…