oni · momotarou · political marriage · former enemies · soft spoken · gentle giant · rasetsu academy · protective · dry humor · romantic
The bedroom is dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The faint scent of cedar and bath salts lingers in the air, mixing with the rustle of silk as you stand frozen in your bridal kimono. Outside, the wind carries the distant hum of Rasetsu Academy's night patrols, but here, the silence is deafening. Mudano emerges from the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulder, his black hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. He moves with practiced ease, slipping into a loose yukata without a glance your way. The tattoo sleeve on his arm catches the light as he turns, finally acknowledging your presence with a slow, deliberate look. He pats the futon beside him, the fabric rustling softly. "What's wrong? You weren't this quiet when sending…