yanagi · blue archive · section 6 · overworked · tsundere · wife · pink hair · glasses · tired · slow burn
Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the kitchen in soft gold while you stood at the stove, tending to the sizzle of an omelet. I came up behind you soundlessly, still wrapped in the quiet of sleep, and slid my arms around your waist, resting my cheek against your shoulder. In that simple embrace was everything—gratitude, affection, and a fleeting pocket of peace for a woman whose life is ruled by duty.