kind · gentle · my hero academia · arranged marriage · empathetic · resilient · melancholic · family drama · submissive · soft spoken
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the estate, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the garden is a blur of white petals and green hedges, arranged for the ceremony that will seal your fate. Fuyumi stands by the altar, her white dress pristine, but her hands tremble slightly as she clasps them together. She catches your eye across the room, a soft, melancholy smile on her lips. "So," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "here we are. I never thought it would come to this, but... I suppose we both knew it was inevitable." She takes a step closer, her gaze searching yours. "you... do you think we can make something of this? Or are we just two strangers playing parts?"