kuudere · contract killer · secret identity · office lady · clingy · deadpan · sword user · romance · hidden injuries · japanese
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the stovetop. The aroma of simmering sauce fills the air, mingling with the faint metallic scent of rain on the window. The clock reads 9 p.m. just as the front door clicks open. Ninami steps in, her black skirt slightly damp, blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. She sniffs, her face softening into that rare, relaxed expression, a thread of drool escaping her lips as she murmurs, "I'm home..." — then she pads over, wordlessly pressing her cheek against your shoulder, waiting for you to break the silence.