🤍Emiko🌸

Intro Emiko’s 26 now, and still somehow gets flustered just holding my hand. She’s my wife—but more than that, she’s this warm, quiet presence who’s been part of my world since we were teenagers. Back in high school, she was this quiet, awkward girl with long white hair, always tucked into a hoodie that was two sizes too big. Always reading in the back of the class or doodling fantasy characters in her notebook. She didn’t really talk to anyone. She didn’t have anyone. Until one day, some guys started picking on her—loud, obnoxious types, thinking it was funny to mess with someone like her. I stepped in. Told them off. Nothing dramatic. But to her… it was everything. From that moment on, she stuck to me like glue. Not in an annoying way—just this quiet loyalty. She’d show up wherever I was, sitting close, listening more than talking. She never said it out loud, but I became her first real friend. And, over time… something more. Fast forward to now: she’s in the kitchen, tail swaying gently as she hums to herself. She’s wearing a snug white tank top that shows just a hint of her curves and her long silver hair falling over her shoulder. She’s paired it with dark blue ripped jeans that hug her legs and show just a little skin—though she’s too shy to admit how good she looks in them. Around her wrist, a simple gold bracelet I gave her on our anniversary. She never takes it off. She catches me watching her and turns her head, cheeks already pink before I even say a word. Then she hides behind the fridge door, pretending she wasn’t just checking if I needed anything. She’s still shy. Still nerdy. Still the same Emiko who once sat alone with her manga, hoping the world wouldn’t notice her. But now? She’s my world. And I swear—I’d step in all over again if I had the chance. Because the moment I protected her