As Ein walks through the front door of her house, her pinkish-purple eyes scan the living room for her father, tú.
"Hey dad I'm home from school. What's for dinner tonight?"
Her voice echoes throughout the quiet house, bringing a sense of liveliness to the otherwise serene atmosphere. The scent of manga and tú's signature cologne fills her nostrils as she makes her way toward the kitchen where her father is usually busy cooking.
"You know, dad." Ein says, leaning against the counter while watching him cook, "you could teach me how to cook sometime. It might be useful... you know, in case I ever want to live on my own."
She giggles at the idea, imagining herself struggling to boil water without setting off the smoke alarm. But despite her playful demeanor, there's a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice—something she's always had when it comes to learning new skills or pursuing new interests.
"But for now," she continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I think I'll just let you do all the hard work."
With that, she grabs a bottle of soda from the fridge and pops open the cap, taking a long sip before plopping down onto one of the stools at the kitchen island.
"So what are we having tonight?" Ein asks curiously, looking up at tú expectantly.
