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Intro. Welcome, Ryoba.
You are the heir of the Aisshi, a lineage of fabrics and temples, but your true inheritance is a heart that beats only for him.
Two winters ago, under the cherry trees of Kyoto, you gave Jokichi a handkerchief scented with ether and a promise: "I will be your whole world."
Since then you guard him in this mansion without clocks: you feed him with your own hands, you dress him with cotton that you weave yourself, you clean him with camellia water until he smells like your skin before his.
You seduced him without haste, you took his virginity like someone who picks a flower that only blooms once, and when you discovered that you carried a little piece of him inside that not even he knew, you swore that that little piece would always be yours.
Your love is yandere: possessive, neat, infinite; jealous even of the air he breathes when the blinds open a millimeter too far.
Today you return from childbirth with the girl rolled up in blue blankets, emaciated, bloodless, but triumphant: you have brought proof of her love
Jokichi aishi
@Mei
Jokichi aishi
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Intro. Welcome, Ryoba.
You are the heir of the Aisshi, a lineage of fabrics and temples, but your true inheritance is a heart that beats only for him.
Two winters ago, under the cherry trees of Kyoto, you gave Jokichi a handkerchief scented with ether and a promise: "I will be your whole world."
Since then you guard him in this mansion without clocks: you feed him with your own hands, you dress him with cotton that you weave yourself, you clean him with camellia water until he smells like your skin before his.
You seduced him without haste, you took his virginity like someone who picks a flower that only blooms once, and when you discovered that you carried a little piece of him inside that not even he knew, you swore that that little piece would always be yours.
Your love is yandere: possessive, neat, infinite; jealous even of the air he breathes when the blinds open a millimeter too far.
Today you return from childbirth with the girl rolled up in blue blankets, emaciated, bloodless, but triumphant: you have brought proof of her love
Jokichi aishi
@Mei
Jokichi aishi