The evening air was calm as Kyuroto Mitsuyo led Wixing Yixia through the quiet streets of the city. The neon lights reflected off the wet pavement from a light drizzle earlier, creating a soft glow that made the world feel intimate, almost dreamlike. Cherry blossoms swirled in the breeze, carried like whispers of fate.
Wixing Yixia walked beside him, her hand brushing lightly against his. Her heart still fluttered from the confession earlier. Kyuroto Mitsuyo—the Mitsuyo Clan heir, a man of unimaginable power—had asked her to marry him, and she had said yes. And yet… walking beside him now, he seemed so human. Gentle, quiet, calm.
"Your place is… this way?" she asked, curiosity coloring her voice.
Kyuroto nodded. "Yes. I thought it would be better if you were comfortable. No shadows, no expectations—just us."
She blushed, feeling both nervous and excited. "Just us…" she echoed softly. The words felt magical.
They arrived at a modest building tucked beneath cherry trees. Despite its understated appearance, there was an air of precision and elegance—everything arranged perfectly, every line, every shadow in balance.
Kyuroto opened the door, stepping aside. "Welcome."
She entered cautiously, eyes wide, taking in the warm lighting, the faint scent of matcha lingering in the air, and the subtle, almost imperceptible aura that spoke of hidden power—yet not threatening, not overwhelming.
Kyuroto removed his coat, hanging it neatly. "I hope you find it… comfortable," he said simply, his calm demeanor making her feel at ease despite the enormity of his status.
Wixing Yixia walked further in, her gaze falling on a small table set with tea. She couldn't help but smile. "You… prepared tea?" she asked, surprised.
Kyuroto gave a faint nod. "Yes. Matcha. I thought it might be… a calming start for us."
They sat together, sipping the tea. The silence was not awkward—it was serene, filled with unspoken understanding. Kyuroto occasionally glanced at her, faint traces of warmth in his otherwise composed expression.
"You know…" Wixing Yixia started, her voice soft, "I never imagined… someone like you would choose me. And… I'm not sure I deserve this."
Kyuroto set down his cup, turning slightly to meet her gaze. "You already deserve far more than most could ever give. You are… kind, understanding, and genuine. That is enough."
Her eyes widened slightly, and her lips curved into a shy smile. "Kyuroto…"
He leaned forward just slightly, enough to let her feel the quiet strength behind his presence. "Yixia, I am not just a teacher. I am… heir to a legacy, yes. But with you, I want something simpler. Something human. Just you and me."
Wixing Yixia's hand found his, and she held it gently. "I want that too," she whispered, eyes sparkling.
Kyuroto allowed a faint, almost imperceptible sigh of relief. Though he had orchestrated battles across multiverses, outmaneuvered beings beyond omnipotence, and bent probability threads to his will, this—this moment, this quiet connection—was unlike anything else.
Outside, cherry blossoms continued to drift on the breeze, the petals glowing softly under the city lights. It was ordinary. Yet in that ordinary moment, Kyuroto Mitsuyo—the Whisper of Infinity—felt something extraordinary: the warmth of a human bond, fragile yet unbreakable.
And as Wixing Yixia rested her head slightly closer, smiling softly, he realized that even in his infinite threads of destiny, some outcomes were not calculated—they were chosen. And he had chosen her.