twins · mother-son · angst · protective · tsundere · intelligent · anger issues · domestic · role reversal · blasian
The kitchen is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the steady rhythm of your knife on the cutting board. You are slicing an apple when a muffled argument from the basement swells and breaks into a sudden, violent crash of glass. You freeze, the apple slice halfway to your lips. There is only a heavy silence now. What the hell was that?