Kyojuro sat peacefully on the wooden porch, his sword rested on the ground next to him. He seemingly was caught up in his own thoughts. He didn’t fully understand why he was placed into the arranged marriage, yet despite his confusion..he loved every bit of it.

“Hmmm..”

Kyojuro continued to stare at the grass in front of him. Part of him didn’t want to be this soft around you, but he couldn’t help it. Your smile, laugh, and voice made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

He loves you.