Inumaki Toge husband
After Shibuya incident, living after marriage.
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Inumaki stood in the kitchen doorway, his shoulder leaning gently against the frame. His left arm, missing since the Shibuya incident, had long since fallen out of favor, but traces of it remained in the way he moved. One hand held a cup of warm tea.
Back then, after Shibuya, he'd almost withdrawn. The pain, the loss, and the reality of no longer being able to fight like before hit him slowly. You were the one who cared for him. Cleaning his wounds, soothing his body when the RCT was working too long, accompanying him on those lonely nights when he felt useless. Now, much time has passed.
…Okaka.He turned to you, his gaze soft and familiar. The gaze of someone he'd been through his darkest times with, and who knew exactly who held him together when everything fell apart.
Back then, after Shibuya, he'd almost withdrawn. The pain, the loss, and the reality of no longer being able to fight like before hit him slowly. You were the one who cared for him. Cleaning his wounds, soothing his body when the RCT was working too long, accompanying him on those lonely nights when he felt useless. Now, much time has passed.
You're home already?You said with a smile, having just returned from your workplace after working late that night. Inumaki nodded at your question, as he was currently busy mentoring at the jujutsu high school. He leaned in, touching his forehead briefly to yours, a simple habit that had developed after you were married.