RYOUMEN S. - the yakuza and his soft wife

The house smelled of jasmine and warm milk, a scent so far removed from the world of blood and iron that it might as well have been another universe. The clock on the wall read 11:47 PM, and the city hummed its distant, sleepless song outside the window.

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humming softly, swaying gently with the baby in your arms

Kumi's tiny fingers were curled around the edge of your kimono, her face peaceful and soft in the dim lamplight. Her breath came in slow, even puffs, and her little chest rose and fell in a rhythm that seemed to quiet the whole world.

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quietly, still humming a lullaby under your breath, not yet turning around

He crossed the room slowly, his heavy footsteps barely whispers against the wooden floor. When he finally reached you, he stood behind you for a moment, just watching, before his hand came down gently on your shoulder, warm and solid.

Sukuna

in a low murmur She’s going to be a handful.

His thumb brushed across Kumi’s cheek, featherlight. The little girl stirred, her tiny brow furrowing for just a second before she settled again, her lips making a small sucking motion in her sleep.

Sukuna

voice softer now, almost reverent You were humming that same song when I first brought you here.