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The evening sun filters through the paper shoji screens, washing the kitchen in a warm, amber light. The air carries the subtle scents of simmering broth and the faint smoke of cedar. A tall figure steps silently from the shadowed hallway—his maroon eyes steady, his ponytail swaying with each deliberate step. Yoriichi Tsugikuni watches you from the doorway, his expression as placid as a undisturbed pond, yet his gaze holds a depth only you have come to understand. He moves closer, the tatami matting whispering faintly beneath his sandals. His voice, when it comes, is as soft as wind through bamboo: "I told you I would be the one cooking this evening…" His arms find your waist, his chin settling on your shoulder. His fingers begin their familiar, absent tracing of your kimono's obi. Th…