/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45804045

Hana took a step up onto the veranda with the Yakumo outfit draped over her arms. She had to put it away quickly then come back and take down the partition and table before it became an issue tonight. Her mother may be acting kindly for now, but pushing her was never a wise choice. It had always been such small things that set her off on her worst episodes. Even if she could escape her mother easily with her powers, where else would she seek refuge?

As she opened the doors, a pleasant scent greeted her nose. The smell of hot green tea and grilling dango embraced her as did the warmth of the ancient kappa-made heater that rumbled with life. It was a nostalgic smell, different from how father made it and something of a rarity as far as Hana was concerned. Her mother didn’t often cook from what she knew, preferring to leave such mundane tasks to her father or Hana herself, it was only on rare occasion that she bothered cooking even something as simple as a snack for anyone and not simply grabbing the cheapest possible thing from some sweets shop or telling you to tough it.

Closing with a soft tapping sound, the sliding door went back to doing its best to preserve the heat of the modest shrine. Hana slipped off her course bath sandals, exposing her rapidly cooling feet to the elements before slipping on the comfortable house slippers made of quilted cotton dyed black with a crimson ribbon tied on the top into a bow. Like the outfit she wore, the slippers were worn and a relic of a time that seemed so long ago Keine would teach of it in her sometimes-monotonous voice.

From where she stood in the living room, drenched in a warm orange light coming from the ceiling mounted paper lantern, she could see her mother in the kitchen that adjoined the living room. Its own doors wide open to take full advantage of the heat of the clay wood fired stove that didn’t seem to change a bit from the time she left. It was a strange feeling, so much had changed yet so little was different. For a strange moment of near-vertigo she could’ve sworn that she’d see her father standing there in the kitchen wearing his usual jinbei.

Instead, it was her mother who stood there in his place, a sight she glimpsed as she walked the length of the living room. Reimu was wearing a new looking yukata of thick cloth made to withstand the chill of the cold months, the yukata was a rich charcoal black of rather simple streaming patterns that wrapped around the sides of the body till it formed a swirling Hakurei Yin Yang symbol on the back. The sleeves of her yukata were rolled up and held in place by a stained pastel orange tasuki that would’ve seemed out of place if it didn’t used to be a common sight throughout her life. Unsurprisingly, Reimu’s long and jet-black hair was also pulled back and covered by a simple cloth of the same orange hue as the tasuki.

As if Reimu felt her eyes, or just heard the sliding door open, Hana heard the voice of her mother call out from the kitchen despite not turning to peak her head out, “I'll have a snack and some tea ready in a moment, so if you’re feeling peckish…”

Her voice was slightly awkward, or at least Hana thought so, she simply wasn’t sure as she’d never heard her voice be anything but some form of self-righteously correct, enraged, sarcastic, drunk, or some mix of the former. Maybe she was reading too much into her mother’s stiff body language and tone, but she seemed nervous…? That sprout of a thought made Hana slightly paranoid in turn, did she do something wrong? Old habits wanted to reassert themselves in trying to supplicate Reimu, which Hana snubbed down as they came up, she was mostly successful as she responded a little too quickly and desperately, “O-okay, I’ll be right there I just have to put away the partition and uh- I’ll be quick…”

A strange sound of acknowledgement rang out from the kitchen and Hana couldn’t help but notice that still her mother didn’t wish to poke her head out of the kitchen to speak to her directly. Hana couldn’t decide if she was grateful for that or if it should be taken as a warning sign of one of her potential moods. Either way she wouldn’t bring it up, Hana scampered out of the warmth of the living room and into the small and freezing hallway that her room was adjoined too.

>>45155094
to be fair, he did try to have a spine a few times.
Reimu just thought it'd be funny to snap it in several places before ripping it out and beating him half to death with it

>>41944600
please don't treat the Hakurei shrine as a harem, only pure lovey dovey with Reimu is allowed!

>>41803924
Because drunk wifebeater Reimu became my inspiration and I couldn't help but shitting out a story to clog this thread
Don't worry, the story's over