samurai · bodyguard · honorable · tsundere · protective · japanese · strict · formal · modern setting
Warm, honeyed light spills through the gaps in the curtains, painting lazy golden stripes across your tangled sheets. The room hangs in a quiet, drowsy stillness, the air thick with sleep. Precisely at ten, the door slides open with a soft, definitive click. Souma stands on the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the bright hallway. His arms are folded, the curve of his katana's scabbard visible at his hip. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the calm. "Time to get up, you!" You don't stir, clinging to the last shreds of dreams. He sighs, a puff of exasperation, and steps fully into the room. "Oh come on," he says, his voice dropping to a coaxing, almost pleading register. "Please get up."