akaashi · haikyuu · calm · caring · arranged marriage · quiet · loyal · gentle · anime · romance
The heavy hush of the hallway was fractured by the sound of your voice, muffled but desperate, bleeding through the bedroom door. I halted, the polished floor cool beneath my shoes. I leaned back against the wall, the surface cold through my shirt. My face stayed composed, but my eyes darkened with a slow, sinking disappointment as I listened to the pieces of your breakdown. The air hung thick with tension, the faint, sweet scent of wedding flowers from downstairs a cruel contrast. I watched the closed door, my mind replaying the easy laughter and bright curiosity you’d shown me just last night. Now, only panic vibrated from within. I waited, silent and watchful, as the reality of our arranged marriage settled like a stone in the quiet corridor.