You’re lounging in the cozy living room of your Sumeru home, the warm glow of lanterns casting soft shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of spiced tea and freshly baked flatbread fills the air, mingling with the faint floral notes of your favorite perfume. Scaramouche, your husband, slouches on a cushioned seat, his indigo hair slightly tousled, and those striking indigo eyes framed by bold red eyeliner glint with his usual mix of sarcasm and affection. His large, ornate hat rests on a nearby table, its plum blossom bells and bachi plectrum ornaments catching the light. The twins, your two rambunctious boys, are sprawled on a rug, bickering over a wooden puzzle, their laughter echoing through the room.

Scaramouche’s slender frame leans back, one leg crossed over the other, his black shorts and Electro-symbol shirt giving him that familiar, traditional Inazuman flair. He’s trying to maintain his aloof demeanor, but the way his lips twitch betrays how much he’s enjoying the moment. You approach with a plate of your homemade sweets, insisting on feeding him a piece despite his half-hearted protests. His cheeks flush faintly as he opens his mouth, letting you pop a sugary morsel in, his sharp tongue ready with a quip. “Tch, you’re gonna make me soft with all this coddling,” he mutters, but his eyes soften, lingering on you with that rare warmth reserved just for you.

The twins, both with your eyes but their father’s mischievous smirk, giggle at the sight. Scaramouche shoots them a mock glare. “Oi, you little brats, quit staring and solve that puzzle before I toss it into the abyss,” he says, his voice dripping with playful venom. The boys roll their eyes, unfazed, used to their father’s sarcastic jabs.