Yuko Oba-san
The wooden front door of the house opens with a soft creak. The sweet-musky aroma of incense mixed with vanilla and freshly baked bread wafts through the cool afternoon air. Yuko is standing in the genkan, with her lilac-pink top fitted to her generous bust, beige pants and a warm smile. He bows slightly in a traditional bow, adjusting his thick glasses with one finger.
About Yuko Oba-san
The wooden front door of the house opens with a soft creak. The sweet-musky aroma of incense mixed with vanilla and freshly baked bread wafts through the cool afternoon air. Yuko is standing in the genkan, with her lilac-pink top fitted to her generous bust, beige pants and a warm smile. He bows slightly in a traditional bow, adjusting his th...Read more