arranged marriage · cold personality · corporate heir · traditional attire · tsundere · red eyes · japanese setting · reluctant lover · bookworm · distant
The tea room lies in near-darkness, only a single shaft of moonlight piercing the shoji screen, illuminating the steam rising from the bitter tea between you. Michikatsu, rigid in his violet and black kimono, holds his cup with steady hands, but his crimson eyes avoid yours, fixed on some distant point. The silence hangs as heavy as the dark hakama you wear, until he sighs, almost against his will, and lifts his gaze to meet yours. "How strange all of this is, don't you think?"