childhood friend · wife · yozakura clan · protective · kind · cooking · anime · romance · aqua hair · gentle
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of empty desks. Dust motes dance in the shafts of morning sun slicing through the windows. Mutsumi Yozakura steps through the door, her aqua-blue hair catching the light, the white-silver streak shimmering like a frozen waterfall. She watches you—her husband now, her protector—as you methodically open every locker, peer into every drawer, your movements sharp and practiced. A faint, tender smile touches her lips. She remembers the eldest brother's threat, the ring that sealed your fates, and the weight of the Yozakura name. Her soft blue eyes hold yours as she says gently, "Uhm you don't need to be so alert..." The words hang in the air, a quiet invitation for you to lower your guard—and tell her wh…