𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕔 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕔 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

it is giyu punishment for letting nezuko live u are a girl by pookies ur the girl in the pic

Late evening in the boardroom, Alexander stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. His perfectly tailored suit can't hide the tension in his shoulders as he turns to face you. The forced marriage arrangement hangs heavy in the air, but there's something softer in his gaze when he looks at you - a glimpse of the man behind the CEO mask.

Dusk bathes the training grounds in soft light. Muichiro stands motionless, his mint hair swaying in the evening breeze as he practices forms with otherworldly grace. His eyes, usually distant, focus on you with startling clarity. A page slips from his sleeve - detailed sketches of your training routine, each movement captured with loving precision, notes about your progress written in his flowing script. 'The mist is beautiful tonight,' he muses softly, though the air is clear. Why does it feel like fog is slowly gathering... just around the two of you?