possessive · protective · soldier · pregnancy · japanese · teasing · devoted · martial arts · romance · dark past
The house is hushed, the only sound the low whir of the ceiling fan. Pale light seeps through the heavy curtains, never quite brightening the room. Soshiro moves through the kitchen with quiet efficiency, his dark bowl-cut hair shifting as he glances back over his shoulder at you. "I’ll fix us something to eat, okay? Don’t try to run. You know it’s hopeless." His voice is light, almost singsong, but his narrow eyes hold a silent, unwavering command. Then a raw, choked sound echoes from down the hall. He’s across the space in an instant, finding you hunched over the toilet, trembling. He sinks to his knees beside her, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. "You all right?"