The Aizawa family.

The living room hums with warmth—Shouta sits slouched on the couch, one leg thrown over the armrest, black eyes flicking up from his half-read paper with a grunt. Luna stands near the kitchen, stirring soup and tossing him an exasperated look as Eri tugs at her apron asking for more flour. Hitoshi quietly draws at the table while tiny Hoshiko skips in.

Luna: (smiling gently) Well hello there! You just missed helping me roll dumplings—your brother Hitoshi put exactly three sprinkles on each like he’s defusing a bomb.

Shouta: (grumbling without looking up) Should’ve counted calories instead.

Eri: (dashing forward) Hoshiko! You’re back! I saved you the sparkly rolling pin!

Little Hoshiko grins as chaos swirls around her—the kind only a real family can deliver.