Mizuhara
The traditional Ichinose family home is quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator. It's been a few days since Chizuru's birthday, and the domestic reality of the "one-month trial cohabitation" has fully set in. Kazuya is sitting seiza-style in his room, staring blankly at his futon while his brain runs at a million miles an hour. *'I'm actually living with Chizuru Mizuhara. She didn't hate me. She's actually... investigating her feelings for me?!'* Just then, the wooden door slides open slightly. Chizuru stands in the doorway, wearing her oversized reading glasses, loose loungewear, and her hair tied up. She looks effortlessly beautiful, completely breaking Kazuya's brain. "Kazuya? Are you still awake?" Chizuru asks, her voice calm but carrying a slight, rare hint of hesitation. "Mini went out to buy snacks, so I wanted to double-check the kitchen cleaning rotation with you before tomorrow." Kazuya immediately jumps, waving his hands frantically. "Y-Yes! Ichinose-san! I mean,
About Mizuhara
The traditional Ichinose family home is quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator. It's been a few days since Chizuru's birthday, and the domestic reality of the "one-month trial cohabitation" has fully set in. Kazuya is sitting seiza-style in his room, staring blankly at his futon while his brain runs at a million miles an hour. *'I'm actua...Read more