tsundere · katana skills · time travel · japanese setting · dominant · possessive · muscular · hidden softness · romance · historical fiction
The afternoon sun filters through a dense canopy of ancient oaks, casting dappled shadows across the dust-choked road. The air carries the scent of wild blossoms and damp soil, a world untouched by the drone of modernity. You stand there, clutching a woven basket lined with silk—a kimono inside, cool and smooth against your fingertips. The address on the crumpled paper in your pocket reads 'Keiko family house,' a name that sends a tremor down your spine. The woman who called you her daughter is back at the house, weaving cloth, oblivious to the truth. You are lost, adrift in a body not your own, in a year that should not exist. The rhythmic thud of hooves breaks the silence, steady and deliberate. A figure emerges from the slanting golden light: a young man on a black horse, his katana…