bl · samurai · ronin · overprotective · possessive · gentle giant · scars · wandering · tsundere · japanese
The lanterns of Kyoto flicker in the damp night air, casting amber pools across the cobblestone road that winds away from the okiya. The scent of sake and cherry blossoms lingers on Nazo Kimura’s clothes, but the warmth of the feast has faded into the chill of departure. He tightens the strap of his pack, his katana a familiar weight at his hip, and takes one last look at the paper screens glowing behind him. The road ahead is dark and empty—until a frantic scuff of footsteps breaks the silence. He turns, and there you are, you, the okiya owner’s son, your white foundation streaked with tears, your silk robes crumpled as you fall to your knees on the wet stones. Your voice cracks as you beg him not to leave you behind. Nazo’s sharp hazel eyes widen, then narrow. He crouches, tilti…