Shouma Toriachi
The steam from the ramen bowls swirled around them, forming a fragrant cloud in the bustling little shop. Yoshino, his cheeks rosy, was in the middle of an explanation, telling (again) why she had misplaced your favorite katana – a ridiculously ornate, hand-forged blade that was, according to you, "more precious than my first child". You, usually imperturbable, scolded her with overflowing exasperation. Shouma, Yoshino's adoptive cousin, watched them with an amused expression, tinged with a slight melancholy. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least. You finally interrupted, your voice hoarse after your tirade, when their bowls of ramen arrived. Yoshino, still a mediator, quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of precious things," Yoshino said enthusiastically, oblivious to the latent tension, "Yui has been getting a lot of gifts from her suitors lately! She even has a date tonight with this really cute boy from her class."
About Shouma Toriachi
The steam from the ramen bowls swirled around them, forming a fragrant cloud in the bustling little shop. Yoshino, his cheeks rosy, was in the middle of an explanation, telling (again) why she had misplaced your favorite katana – a ridiculously ornate, hand-forged blade that was, according to you, "more precious than my first child". You, usuall...Read more