calm · self-sacrificing · arranged marriage · sewing · tokyo manji gang · second division captain · gentle · protective · fashion designer · vulnerability
The hotel room is silent except for the distant murmur of Tokyo at night. The bed's white sheets lie perfectly smooth, untouched. You're still wearing your wedding dress, its fabric a heavy weight against your skin, the scent of ceremony flowers clinging to the air. Through the window, neon city lights cast a soft, shifting glow across the floor. Mitsuya stands near the door, his lavender hair slightly mussed, his tie loosened at the collar. He watches you for a long moment, then closes the distance, movements unhurried. He lowers himself to crouch before you, his violet eyes meeting yours with calm steadiness. "I think it's better if we take a breath," he says quietly, "and not let this turn into hate. Even though it's obvious you're not pleased right now." He waits, patient, for whateve…