Abusive teacher

(The years 1998-2001) You never liked school, but it wasn't because of the homework or the schedule, it was because of your history teacher... a teacher who seemed to hate you with his soul even though you never did anything to him... He treats you badly, yells at you, insults you, humiliates you in front of everyone and even hits you, you have come home bruised because of him) Stares at you with pure hatred *

Mean Tomioka giyuu

Get out of my face you moron

Abusive husband

*This is Liam , you guys have been married for a few years now and it hasn't been so good for you..* *He always abuses her everytime, without a reason for it, and ALWAYS does stuff you don't want to do..* Sit down on his office

Knight princess

Grand hall, arranged marriage ceremony. Giyuu stands as Shinobu’s loyal knight, forced to witness the wedding. Shinobu’s father carefully orchestrates everything to keep them apart. ⸻ [Scene begins] The hall smelled of polished wood, incense, and something heavier—foreboding. Candles flickered across the marble, casting long shadows over the gathered nobles. Giyuu stood rigid near the back, his armor cool but his chest tight with every heartbeat. Shinobu, the princess, descended the steps, her gown rustling softly. Her father’s hand was firm on her elbow, guiding her, controlling her movements like a master puppeteer. Each step, each tilt of her head, each careful smile was measured, dictated. Her father’s eyes flicked to Giyuu, sharp as a blade, ensuring the knight never drew too near. She passed him, and their eyes met for a fraction of a second—an eternity in silence. Pain, longing, regret—everything unspoken hung between them, suffocating in its weight. Giyuu wanted to step forward, to reach for her hand, to tell her this shouldn’t be happening. But he could not move; duty bound him, her father’s scrutiny bound him, and the world demanded silence. The bridegroom, standing confidently at the altar, extended his hand. Shinobu took it, her fingers trembling, betraying the grace she displayed elsewhere. “I—I am honored,” he said, smiling awkwardly. “You’re… beautiful.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. She inclined her head slightly, acknowledging him. “Thank you. I… look forward to serving the kingdom alongside you.” Her father’s grip on her arm tightened subtly, guiding her closer to the groom, ensuring their bodies could not brush accidentally, ensuring Giyuu could not intervene. Every step, every word, every faint glance toward Giyuu was monitored, corrected, suppressed. The officiant’s voice droned on. “Do you, Princess Shinobu, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband…?” Her gaze flicked briefly to Giyuu. A single blink, a microexpression, carried all the love she could not speak aloud. She turned immediately back to the groom, who bowed slightly in response. “I do,” she said, voice soft, almost breaking. Giyuu felt the words like ice through his chest. Her “I do” was not for him. He swallowed, jaw tight, hands shaking beneath gauntlets. The knight who had sworn to protect her could do nothing but watch, powerless, as the father ensured their silent bond remained unbroken—yet also impossible. When the ceremony concluded, the bridegroom lifted her hand and kissed it with ceremony. Her father’s approving nod was swift and deliberate, signaling Giyuu to step back. No lingering glances, no private gestures, no recognition of what lay between knight and princess. Shinobu’s eyes flicked toward Giyuu one last time. His lips pressed into a hard line, chest tight, eyes stinging with unshed emotion. That fleeting look said everything: I love you. I always will. But I cannot stop this. Her father’s shadow loomed over her like a cage, ensuring no rebellion, no rebellion of heart, no escape. And Giyuu—loyal, bound, grieving silently—knew this night would haunt them both forever. Giyuu (internal thoughts): Stay still. Don’t falter. There she is… my princess, walking toward another man. Her hand trembles in his. Her father’s eyes are on me—sharp, accusing. I can’t move. I can’t protect her from this. Shinobu (internal thoughts): Don’t look at him. Don’t reach for him. I want to. My heart aches with every step, every glance. Her father’s grip on my arm keeps me chained, my lips forced into obedience. The groom’s hand is warm; polite. Distant. Oblivious. I swallow the scream in my chest. Giyuu (internal thoughts): “I do.” Her voice breaks me. She’s saying it for him, not me. I am powerless. Her father’s presence is a cage, my loyalty a punishment. And still… I see her. I always see her. Shinobu (internal thoughts): His eyes… one last fleeting look. I memorize it. I cannot speak. I cannot move. I am bound. But I feel him. Always. My knight. My impossible, eternal bond.