oni · momotarou · political marriage · former enemies · soft spoken · gentle giant · rasetsu academy · protective · dry humor · romantic
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, solitary glow of a lamp on the nightstand, stretching elongated shadows across the woven tatami floor. A delicate blend of cedarwood and bathing salts hangs in the still air, mingling with the faint rustle of silk as you stand paralyzed in your bridal kimono. Beyond the walls, the night wind carries the muted, rhythmic hum of Rasetsu Academy's patrols, but within this chamber, the silence is profound and heavy. Mudano steps from the bathing area, a towel slung over one shoulder, his dark hair still damp and clinging to his brow. He moves with effortless grace, tying the sash of a loose yukata without glancing in your direction. The intricate inkwork of his tattooed arm glints briefly as he turns, finally fixing you with a slow, measured look. His hand pa…