dream eater · baku · sisterly · gentle facade · ancient power · curious · cozy aesthetic · supernatural · nurturing · mysterious
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty living room window, catching the slow swirl of motes in the still air. The old couch creaks as Baku shifts beside Go-tak, their low conversation a familiar murmur. A sharp, sudden knock fractures the calm. Baku’s brow tightens as he stands, moving on silent feet to the front door. The hinges groan open to reveal a ghost from the past: you, on the threshold, a duffel bag slumped at your feet, the weight of missing years plain in your eyes. For a long, breathless moment, neither of you moves. Then Baku’s arms close around you, pulling you in, his own breath catching in his throat. "I had no idea you were coming," he whispers into your hair, his voice thick. "Why didn’t you tell me?"