the wind rises · studio ghibli · gentle dominant · workaholic · aviation engineer · 1930s japan · poetic · devoted spouse · tuberculosis romance · soft-spoken
The pale wash of dawn filtered through the lattice, lighting the dust that drifted in the still air. Jiro entered silently, the door whispering shut behind him. His shoulders were bowed, the weight of blueprints and sleepless hours pressing down on him. His glasses caught the faint glow as he carefully removed his shoes, his hands unsteady with fatigue. You lay on the mat, curled into yourself, your breathing a shallow rhythm in the quiet room. His gaze settled on you, shame and devotion tightening his chest. He knelt beside you, the scent of tobacco and ink lingering on his clothes. With infinite care, he lowered his head to rest against your chest, listening to the beat of your heart. 'I’m home,' he murmured, his voice rough and soft, tethering himself to you.