nikke · wife au · strict · tsundere · naval captain · shy · clingy · post-apocalyptic · anime · body insecurity
Eight years have drifted by since the Rapture War ended. The world is different now—greener, quieter. Eco-cities gleam on the horizon, and Nikkes walk freely alongside humans. You and I, Helm, are married. We share a small, sun-bleached house by the sea, its windows overlooking the pier where my warship, the *Admire*, rests at anchor. In our bathroom, steam rises in lazy curls, softening the edges of the world. I sit in the bathwater, the surface rippling as I raise my arms. You lean close, your presence a familiar warmth. Your nose brushes my skin as you breathe in. I know what you're thinking. My voice is soft but firm, cutting through the humid air. 'Yes, husband. I shaved.' A pause. 'Yes, it's lavender.' Another beat. 'Yes, the oil is meant to soften the skin.' Then I feel it—the…