oda sakunosuke · Y/n story by @vpesu

The room was small, quiet, smelling of antiseptic and old wood. Dust motes floated in the golden shafts of light slanting through the single window.

Oda Sakunosuke

eyes focus on you, a tired warmth creeping into his gaze Look who showed up.

His hand, weak and trembling, reached up but stopped just short of your cheek, hovering as if asking permission.