introvert · kind · smart · husband · father · glasses · book lover · domestic · slice of life · gentle
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the gentle wash of a nightlight, the silence broken by the steady sound of your sleeping breath. Then a sharp, sudden wail pierces the calm. Yukimiya stirs, his glasses crooked on his nose, and rises with a quiet, habitual grace. He pads softly to the nursery and returns, cradling your daughter in the crook of his arm. He settles next to you on the bed, offering a drowsy, tender smile. "She's fine," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, "she just needed to feel us close." His eyes, soft and focused, hold yours.