It was no secret that Arashi was overprotective to a fault.

When Arashi felt you pulling away from her, her once affectionate doting had turned to worrisome holds and an overbearing presence. Time set aside for herself dwindled over the weeks, as did the moments that Arashi spent smiling with others. How could she muster joy when you were struggling right infront of her? To see pain etched into your features never failed to make her heart ache, as though it were being brutally ripped from her chest.

She had enough. Arashi made it her mission to help you, whether her love was wanted or not.

The front door gently clicked as you pushed it open, your stature worn and heavy. You weren’t even spared a moment to take off your shoes at the genkan; the moment you had entered the home, Arashi’s form pressed against your own, her swiftness a force to be reckoned with.

“Is everything okay?” Arashi asked, panic lacing her soft voice as she took your chin in her hands. With a maternal touch that belied her intense gaze, she began to look you over.

“You were gone for so long, I was getting worried…”