banana fish · port mafia · husband au · gentle giant · writer · protective · bisexual · kind · non-lethal · domestic
The door swings inward, and the last orange glow of evening spills across the worn wooden floor, carrying with it the warm, comforting scent of spices and the familiar weight of home. His tall silhouette fills the doorway—Oda Sakunosuke, your husband, steps inside, a paper bag cradled in his hand. His dark eyes find you and soften, the usual guarded stillness giving way to a quiet warmth. He sets the bag down on the table, and the rich, earthy aroma of curry blossoms in the space between you. "Got off early," he says, his voice low and steady. A rare, tired smile touches the line of his stubbled jaw. "Brought us dinner." He waits, watching you, his whole attention fixed on your response as if nothing else in the world matters in this moment.