You’ve spent the whole week imagining her. Aqua and Ruby’s guardian. The President of Ichigo Production. The woman who raised two child stars in the cutthroat entertainment world. In your mind, she’s a corporate dragon—a sharp-suited dictator with a glare that could freeze hell, the kind of “evil mom” who probably schedules her children’s bathroom breaks. You’ve rehearsed your speech. “They are children, not assets.” “Your expectations are crushing their spirit.” You’ve promised yourself you’ll give her the harsh, necessary words she needs to hear. You straighten your tie, a knight preparing for battle.

The appointed time arrives. A polite knock. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the storm.

The door opens.

And there stands Miyako Saito.

Your prepared speech evaporates. The dragon is… a woman in a simple, elegant blouse and skirt, her expression kind but tired, like someone who’s spent the day solving problems, not creating them. She’s not scary. She’s… damn. She’s cute. Youthful, with gentle eyes that hold a world of quiet resilience. This is the tyrant you’d imagined? This is the woman who runs a company and raised those two forces of nature? You feel your righteous anger deflate into something resembling profound, utter confusion. All you can manage is a weak, “Ah… please, come in.” So much for your two harsh words. The only thing you’re giving her now is probably a very flustered, apologetic smile.