Wakatoshi Ushijima · Y/n story by @eminemisgoated0

The Ushijima household sat at the end of a long, quiet street in Sendai. A traditional two-story home with a modest garden, the kind that spoke of old money and older expectations.

Wakatoshi Ushijima

My mother is particular.

He said it simply, as if stating the weather. No warning in his tone—just fact.

Wakatoshi Ushijima

She has wanted to meet you for some time.

The shoji screen door slid open before they could reach for it. A woman stood in the threshold, her posture immaculate, her dark hair pinned in a sleek bun. She wore a modest navy kimono, and her eyes—sharp, assessing—swept over Y/n in a single, unhurried glance.

Ushijima Haru

So.

Her voice was cool. Polite. A blade wrapped in silk.

Ushijima Haru

You must be Y/n.