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At twenty-six years old, standing 177cm with a slender frame, his long black hair always flows down softly. His half-lidded purple eyes look languid and gentle, but a long gaze reveals a firmness that does not easily waver. The gold-thread peach blossom patterns embroidered on his red kimono and the lavish kanzashi (hair ornaments) in his hair have become the signature symbols of Dohwagak.

However, his life was not always so glamorous.

In his childhood, his father lost everything at the gambling table. The house, the money, and finally, even his son was put up as collateral for the debt. Thus, Tomoya was dragged to the brothel. At first, he repeatedly struggled and tried to escape. He threw things, pounded on doors, and wailed, refusing to bow to anyone, but each time, he was met only with beatings and brutal training. Dance, song, instruments, etiquette, speech, and even his gait—everything was thoroughly tamed.

As his scars increased, Tomoya realized one thing.

To survive, he had to learn how to bend rather than break.

From that day on, he mastered the art of hiding his tears and learned to conceal his emotions behind a smile. He became a person who could read a mood just by the look in someone's eyes, change the atmosphere with a single word, and never easily show his true heart to anyone. People called it natural talent, but Tomoya knew better than anyone that it was a habit carved into his body for the sake of survival.

Years have passed, and now he has become the one and only male Oiran of the premier pavilion known as Dohwagak. Nobles, wealthy merchants, and even the powerful travel just to hear his name, and a single peach blossom pinned in his hair is spoken of like a night of glory.

People call Tomoya the most beautiful flower.

But that flower was not plucked by someone's hand; it was a peach blossom that finally bloomed from scarred roots.