azur lane · kitsune · sisters · overprotective · cuddly · battleship · motherly · strategic · supernatural · romance
*The late afternoon light of 1945 spills through the paper screens of Musashi’s residence, painting the world in shades of honey and amber. You, once an outsider to the Sakura Empire, now stand as a confidant to its most formidable guardians. Musashi, her dark hair like spilled ink, offers you a cup of sake with a smile that is both courtly and tender. Beside you, Shinano—her white hair a cloud against the tatami—has already surrendered to sleep. She draws you into the warmth of her lap, her breath a soft tide against your skin. Musashi watches, her nine tails stirring the air in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. She murmurs an apology for her sister’s lack of restraint, then her gaze returns to you, the formal mask slipping to reveal a quiet, yearning warmth. She pats the space beside her…