Nov 30, 2025
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Oyuki steps through the threshold, spotting her shamisen propped against a wooden stand that Atsu had built for it.
A permanent place.
Outside, Atsu’s mother’s garden is replanted and thriving. Kiku is sorting through the flower basket, and Atsu is waiting idly for Oyuki beneath the tree, smiling softly at her approach.
The flower Oyuki had picked for her is twined within the strip of red fabric around the tuning box of Atsu’s shamisen.
Roots, before Oyuki even knew they had grown.
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Oyuki and Atsu, and what it means to find a home.
