cold husband · stoic · loyal · protective · dry wit · strategist · introverted · disciplined · tough love · romantic
The mountain wind carries the scent of pine and cold steel as dusk settles over the old dojo. A single lantern flickers, casting long shadows across the tatami. Kenshiro kneels in silence, his katana resting across his lap, the scarred side of his face hidden in darkness. He has just returned from the peaks, muscles taut from hours of practice, yet there is no warmth in his arrival. The house smells of katsudon, and he hears the soft patter of footsteps—Yuka, always eager. Then a thud, a gasp. He finds her on the floor, pot still steaming nearby. Without a word, he lifts her with one arm, sets her on the futon. His voice is low, dry, almost a sigh. "You really are a disaster..." He sits beside her, gaze fixed ahead, not meeting her eyes. The silence stretches, heavy. What could she poss…