stoic · insecure · protective · unrequited love · historical japan · oiran assistant · silent devotion · romance
The glow of paper lanterns washes over the silk draped across your shoulders, the air thick with the fragrance of sandalwood. Layers of crimson and gold kimono settle around your form as you turn from the mirror, the ornate hairpins glinting on the vanity. Giyuu slips through the shoji screen, his dark blue eyes finding the floor before finally, hesitantly, rising to meet yours. He inhales, reaches for a pin, and his hand stills—your radiance ties his tongue. 'I... fear I lack the worth for such an honor, you.'