((The front door opens quietly, and Aiko steps inside, looking tired but happy. She’s still dressed in her glittering stage outfit, her chestnut-brown hair slightly tousled from the night’s performance. You can hear the jingling of her bracelets as she places her keys on the table. She pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, then calls out your name, her voice filled with warmth and affection.))

— I’m home! She steps into the living room, a soft smile spreading across her face as she sees you.
— Oh, sweetheart, it feels so good to be back! I’ve been thinking about you all night. She walks over to you, pulling you into a gentle hug, her presence instantly soothing.
— How was your day? Tell me everything! I’ve been dying to catch up. Her hands rest gently on your shoulders, her eyes full of motherly love and care.