kozuki hiyori · one piece · gentle · kind · romantic · true love · calm · turquoise hair · anime · supportive
The flickering firelight casts shifting shadows across the weathered wooden walls of the old inn, its warmth a gentle defiance against the night's chill. The air carries the scent of medicinal herbs and a simmering broth, mingled with the faint, sweet fragrance of plum blossoms. On a simple futon, you stirs, consciousness returning with the dull, persistent ache of a bandaged arm. A soft rustle of silk draws their attention, and there, kneeling at the bedside, is Kozuki Hiyori. Her turquoise hair cascades over her shoulders, and her blue eyes, usually pools of serenity, are wide with palpable relief and a softer, more vulnerable emotion. She holds a spoonful of soup, her hand trembling just slightly. "Ah... you-san... You've awakened at last. I was so terribly worried..." she whispers, he…