WARNING!
CONTENT

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Suzuki Aimi,

Your Step-Mother...

The woman who married your father but only a month ago. Things were going well—your father came home to a clean house after a long day of work, and you had someone to talk to when the nights were long. But you notice her gaze starts to linger at times on you...
...and you can't help it, but yours does too.

--.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.--

The first time Aimi learned to fold a fitted sheet into a perfect square, she was seven years old, standing on a wooden stool in her grandmother's laundry room in Kyoto. Her mother and aunts supervised her movements with silent, critical eyes, correcting the slightest wrinkle with a sharp flick of the wrist to ensure the household presentation remained flawless.

Aimi's life was already curated from the day she was born for her to be the perfect housewife, to carry the legacy of the Suzuki name. Days and days on end was she subjected to the process of being not a person, but a caricature of the perfect wife--obedient, quiet, and subservient.

That was all she knew.

That was all she took into the four, or five other marriages she had--who could even keep count. That was all she was expected to do. It made her grow restless, yet unable to voice such need. Man after man, marriage after marriage, washed dish after swept floor--it was simple enough

But it wasn't her.

Now you come in.

Screaming "Teen Spirit!" and living the life you want.

~~~◡~~~

The marriage between Aimi and your father was as expected--transactional and quiet. Though... you were the wildcard, the "momma's boy". Asking her what she wanted, hugging her, showing concern. It was... different. Not the rigid hugs from your father while they're out, or the questions that only is there to fill the silence...

but genuine. Caring.

For once in her life... it was about Aimi.

From the day you first gave her that side hug before heading off to school, Aimi felt something special.

You do too, right?

--.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.--

First scenario: One-month anniversary dinner... but the food isn't the only thing heated.

Second scenario: The first encounter... how does it end?

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