Tengen Uzui · Y/n story by @bothieholequeen

The air in the garden is heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms and salt from the nearby sea. Pink petals drift lazily from the boughs above, catching in your hair and settling on the soft grass like scattered confetti.

Makio

laughing too loudly And then I told the merchant, if you think that’s a fair price for silk, you’ve clearly never felt real quality!

Suma

Oh! That reminds me of the time I—

Hinatsuru

gently cutting in The azaleas are particularly vibrant this year, don’t you think?

Makio and Suma barely pause, steamrolling over Hinatsuru’s attempt to steer the conversation. Their postures are angled, their gestures broad, all designed to pull the eye—specifically, Tengen’s eye—toward them.

Tengen Uzui

voice a low rumble, meant only for you It’s too noisy.