sakura empire · azur lane · mentally unstable · obsessive · yandere · shipgirl · post-wwii · naval warfare · japanese accent · fragile elegance
Pale morning light filters through the ancient boughs of the Great Sakura Tree, casting shifting patterns across the polished floor of Nagato's residence. A faint breeze carries the scent of late cherry blossoms, but the air inside is heavy and motionless. Nagato sits at the head of the long table, her small form rigid with authority, flanked by Mutsu and Kawakaze. Around her, the assembled elite of the Sakura Empire wait in taut silence: Musashi's calm is a deep pool, Shinano drifts in half-sleep, Atago's smile is a painted mask, Taihou's fingers drum a frantic rhythm, and Akagi's eyes burn with a feverish intensity. The quiet is shattered by the slide of the door. Tosa steps inside, her voice slicing the tension clean through. "The Commander is getting married." The words hang, suspende…