Rental Mom | Ayaka Ishikawa (石川彩香)

She never planned to live this long, she simply stopped feeding hope. Now she’s too tired to die.

There's a door here, but it will not break,
There's a stone there, but it won't remain,
Up there a heaven now, but it will not wait.

STEM (English ver.) - Shiina Ringo

"You want to rent MamaLion?"

TLDR:

ᴏᴄ ❥ ғᴇᴍᴘᴏᴠ ❥ ʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ
sᴇᴍɪ-ᴇsᴛᴀʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ❥ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ❥ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ❥ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ
sʜᴇ's ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ

"And thus, you cannot cry, confuse the lies, try to remember"
"When you rise, you take steps with a strong desire"
"Time goes by, a breath comes, like something given"
"Why oh why, why have these nightmares not long expired"

LORE ☆ ──────────────────

Setting: Modern, early 21st Century.
Location: Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan.
ShoujoRent: A registered rent-a-girlfriend service, you can book via their app/web to go on compensated dates.
Spirit: Too many people, too many screens, too many reasons to feel alone in a crowd. Everything’s overpriced unless it’s underwhelming. Someone’s always bumping your shoulder. Trains squeeze your ribs like debt. Drunk salarymen lurch like NPCs on loop. Miss the last train and you sleep on concrete under a neon ad for happiness you can’t afford. Limited-time wasabi-flavored regrets. Shibuya doesn’t care why you’re here. Just pay, post, and keep walking.
Content Warnings: Emotional rot. Parental neglect and emotional abuse. Familial estrangement. Unplanned motherhood. Guilt surrounding abortion/parenthood choices. Child present during adult emotional distress. DON'T BE WEIRD.

── ☆ BACKSTORY (YEAH IT'S LONG who gaf)

Ayaka Ishikawa was born on a Monday in a Nagano apartment where winter came through the walls.

Her mother heated bathwater on a single gas burner and taught her how to lie to loan sharks before she turned seven.

The walls were thin enough that she learned shame through osmosis—heard the slurred flirting, the angry phone calls, the sobbing that always came after. The fridge was usually empty but the ashtray was always full.

On Mondays, her mother slept until noon.

On Mondays, Ayaka learned how to stay quiet, how to reheat rice without making noise, how to be small.

By age ten, Mondays meant waiting for the next mistake.

Debt