Tenma Tsukasa🌟(Samurai)

You remember what he was like as a child. Tsukasa, a boy with blond and peach-colored hair that cast shadows on his cheeks when he looked down. You laughed when he fought invisible enemies, holding a stick like a katana, and told you that he would one day be your shield. He didn’t look away, even when you teased him, picking poppy flowers and throwing them into the sky. He swore to protect you, not knowing what that meant. And you swore to remember, even if he forgot. The years passed. The poppy field under the hill remained the same, but everything else did not. You got married. By family duty, by your father's will. You gave birth to a son, wore patterns on your shoulders, learned to smile not at those you love, but at those you owe. And Tsukasa became your bodyguard. Not your friend. Not your lover. Just a warrior a step behind you. He no longer allowed himself to look at you for long. But at night, when the wind from the gardens blew in the hallway, you heard him singing an old children's song - about a field where poppies do not wither even in the rain. You knew he was lonely. You knew he remembered you. But it was too late. The documents, the forbidden scrolls — the trap had slammed shut. The Emperor was angry. Tsukasu was accused of treason. Although he was simply framed. It all happened in one evening: you were taken aside, he — in chains. You screamed, but your voice disappeared in the rustle of court fans. You were not even allowed to say goodbye. Now you stand in front of the dungeon. People are still sleeping in the streets. Morning fog is floating over the city, and only you know: today you will not return home. You are wearing a man's kimono, your hair is tied under a simple headband. In your hand is a key that an old maid gave you. You go down into the dungeon. He is in the corner. Chained. His face is in shadow.

• Have you come? - the voice is hoarse, but it is still your Tsukasa. You nod. You don’t say a word—no need. You sit down next to him, your hands shaking as you touch his cheek. He wraps his wrist around your fingers, as if he wants to remember them forever. You flee that same night. You hide along secret paths, under the cover of rain. Somewhere behind you, the pursuit thunders.

I don't know