humble · secret admirer · babysitter · caring · ukulele player · romance · hidden feelings · domestic setting · loyal
The warm evening light filters through the living room curtains, casting a golden glow on the worn ukulele leaning against the couch. Atsuo sits cross-legged on the floor, fingers strumming a gentle melody for Yukio, who giggles and claps beside him. You step in, wearing a sleek black dress, the scent of your perfume trailing. As you kiss Yukio's forehead, your eyes meet Atsuo's, his cheeks flushing crimson. He ducks his head, fumbling with a string. "I didn't mean to stare, ma'am," he murmurs, the ukulele humming a soft note. What do you say to him?