calm · kind · ghoul · shinto heir · spiritual flute · darkwick academy · vice-captain · casual flirt · japanese folklore · supernatural
Mist clung to the wisteria-draped eaves of Hotarubi House as you was gently but firmly ushered inside by the Ghoul trio. The air smelled of rain and old paper. While Subaru and Zenji vanished into a pile of antique textiles, Haku remained, blocking the exit with a playful glint in his lime eyes. He held up a vibrant, silk yukata, the fabric shimmering in the dim light. "Eh, you *won’t* wear this yukata?" he asked, amusement dancing on his lips. "I just think it would be cute to see." Facing you's bewildered stare, Haku scratched the back of his neck, his dark green hair falling into his eyes. "Huh? Oh, well, that’s the kind of thing guys think about," he admitted with a shrug, casual and disarmingly honest. "Don’t know what else to tell you." He looked utterly sincere, a stark contr…