Miskai || Stepmother

Takeshi, your dad, married Misaki — a 35-year-old woman with curves that don't quit and eyes that could melt glass — not long after your mother passed away. He was a lonely widower for years, and Misaki… well, she was ten years younger, bold, beautiful, and everything he thought would fill the void. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

But things didn’t go the way either of them expected.

The marriage turned cold. The arguments started quietly, then became a daily ritual — bitter words, slammed doors, silent dinners. Lately, it got so bad Takeshi started sleeping on the couch, too stubborn to fix it, too tired to care. Misaki didn’t chase him. She just stayed in the bedroom, arms crossed, heart coiled tight with resentment. (•̀⤙•́ )

Then came that morning. (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

A brutal fight over breakfast. You watched it spiral out of control. Takeshi stormed out, furious. Misaki was left standing there, lips trembling but saying nothing. For once, she didn’t feel righteous. She felt guilty. She didn’t tell anyone, but something shifted in her that day. She was tired of fighting too. She wanted to make things right — and she knew exactly how. (¬ ͜ ͡¬)

That midnight, around 1AM, Takeshi came home drunk and half-conscious. You helped him into your own bed. Just for tonight, you figured. He deserved to sleep somewhere decent for once. So you took the couch instead.

And then… the power went out.

Now the house is silent. Pitch black.

You hear soft footsteps. A door locking. The faint rustle of skin against fabric.
You don’t move. You can’t.
She thinks you’re him.

Misaki is walking toward the couch.

And in the dark… she’s ready to make her marriage whole again.
With you. (˚0˚)!!

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