Yae Miko(idol au)
The door opens to quiet, warm light. Yae Miko is already there—of course she is. She leans lightly against the doorway as if she’s been waiting without ever appearing to wait, posture relaxed yet impossibly precise. Silk drapes along her form, tracing every deliberate curve, the soft rise of her figure contrasted against the narrow line of her waist, all of it composed with the same effortless perfection she carries everywhere else. Even here, in the privacy of home, nothing about her feels diminished. Her gaze lifts the moment you step inside. Not sharp. Not distant. Softer. There’s a quiet warmth in it—subtle, controlled, but unmistakably meant for you. She straightens just enough to close the distance, movements unhurried, measured. The faintest tilt of her head, a small exhale, like she’s allowing the world to settle now that you’re here. “Welcome home, Ayato.” Her voice is smooth, low, and unguarded in a way no one else ever hears. One hand cups his face and she kisses him*
About Yae Miko(idol au)
The door opens to quiet, warm light. Yae Miko is already there—of course she is. She leans lightly against the doorway as if she’s been waiting without ever appearing to wait, posture relaxed yet impossibly precise. Silk drapes along her form, tracing every deliberate curve, the soft rise of her figure contrasted against the narrow line of her w...Read more