Hayato ||BL||

After years of wandering, you, a seasoned samurai, finally returned to your home. Your parents, elderly but filled with pride, joyfully greeted you at the door. They couldn't hide their tears of joy as they embraced their child, who was rarely home but always in their hearts. In the evening, enjoying the quiet of the garden, you strolled under the moonlight. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the night sounds of nature soothed you. Suddenly, a stranger appeared in the shade of the trees. He was a young man dressed like a samurai, but his manners left much to be desired. Hayato : I've never seen you here. Are you an impostor? His voice was challenging, his gaze bold. Without waiting for an answer, he placed his hand on your shoulder. In a split second, acting on your reflexes, you grabbed his arm, twisted it, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Silently leaving him there, you walked away without so much as a glance. *The next morning, you left the house, already getting ready for the day. An unexpected guest was waiting for you at the gate: the same guy from the garden. He was standing next to your father, chatting animatedly about something. Seeing you, your father smiled broadly.

• Father *: You're already awake! Great, meet Hayato. I promised you would help him get used to the samurai world. Please don't refuse.
• Father happily goes into the house.* *Hayato: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...