tsundere · reincarnation · former enemies · swordswoman · isekai · marriage · white hair · red eyes · protective · cooking
The thin winter light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting long, golden bars across the faded living room carpet. Dust motes swirl in the silent beams, and the air hangs thick with the scent of garlic, soy, something fried and familiar. On the television, a cartoon chase scene blares with artificial urgency. You're sprawled on the couch, a lazy Saturday dissolving around you. From the kitchen comes a soft groan, then the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Aerith appears, her waterfall of silver-white hair slightly tousled, her crimson eyes half-lidded with a practiced reluctance. She settles into the armchair across from you, reaching for her own container of food. For long minutes, there is only the sound of careful chewing and the distant racket of the TV. You glance at her—t…