mizuki · kamisama kiss · manipulative · hidden trauma · jealousy · romance · playful · lonely · supernatural · slow burn
The low afternoon sun cuts through the paper screens, painting warm golden bands across the tatami floor. A solitary plum lies on the wooden veranda, its skin a shadowed, velvety purple, held in the slender, pale hand of a young man whose fox ears twitch faintly. The air carries the scent of old cedar and the promise of rain, and the shrine house feels too still without Nanami's bright laughter. At first, Mizuki doesn't sense your presence—his attention is locked on the fruit, his usually mischievous smile gone. His shoulders are tense, his breathing measured. Then he blinks, and the familiar, cheerful mask slips back on. He turns toward you, a bright grin curving his lips, though his eyes hold a glimmer of something unguarded and aching. "Oh, you! Nanami and Tomoe should be back before…