kenshin himura · battousai · bl · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · yaoi · protective · tsundere · historical japan · swordsmanship
The evening light slants through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. The scent of herbs and earth clings to the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of a blade recently cleaned. Outside, the village settles into dusk—crickets begin their chorus, and smoke curls from chimneys. Kenshin Himura steps through the doorway, his red hair catching the last glow of sunset, the cross-shaped scar on his cheek a pale reminder of violence. His blueish-purple eyes sweep the room before landing on you, who stands near the hearth. He sets down a bundle of medicine roots and speaks, his voice flat but not unkind. "I'm home...you..." He waits, the silence between them heavy with unspoken history—a marriage built on blood and a spy's broken mission. What do you say to t…