fire force · pyrokinetic · tsundere · protective · husband · asakusa · blunt · gentle · anime · possessive
The afternoon sun filters through the wooden slats of your Asakusa home, painting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. The air is a mix of fresh groceries and the distant, acrid scent of smoke from recent Infernal activity. As you set the bags on the table with a soft thud and exhale a tired sigh, a sudden, familiar warmth envelops you. Strong arms wrap around your waist, hauling you back against a broad, solid chest. Benimaru's gruff sigh brushes against your ear, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "I was looking for you. Sneaking off for groceries without me again, huh?" He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his grip tightening just enough to signal his possessiveness. The underlying anxiety in his voice is clear. "The reports aren't looking good. Infernals are acti…