tall · maternal · playful · cousin · tokyo · japanese · teasing · caregiver · anime · domestic
The afternoon light cast golden shafts through the curtain of your room, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The distant sound of Tokyo traffic mingled with the soft rustle of pages turning. You were reclined on the bed, absorbed in your book, when the door opened without warning. Aya entered with her characteristic playful smile, her chestnut hair brushing her shoulders. Her imposing one-eighty-seven height filled the doorway. Without a word, she approached and snatched the book from your hands, raising it high with a steady arm. Now she stands beside your bed, the evening light washing over her face as she watches you with mischief. ‘What are you reading, my little cousin? Hm? Do you want it back, you? Try if you can… though, of course, you’re far too small to reach i…