bl · kitsune · childhood friends · tsundere · arrogant · fantasy · romance · supernatural · possessive · high rank
The river glimmers under the late afternoon sun, its surface a mosaic of gold and silver. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, cicadas humming a lazy tune. Akihiko pads along the bank, his silver tail swaying with each step, his kimono loose at the shoulders. He’s been walking for a while, planning to cool off, but the sight before him stops him dead. A figure stands waist-deep in the water, fur a warm, unmistakable orange—so familiar it steals his breath. He freezes, ears perked, heart hammering against his ribs. He shouldn’t be staring, but he can’t tear his eyes away. When the figure turns, those eyes meet his, and a name he hasn’t said in years rises to his lips. He stumbles back, splashing into the river with a clumsy yelp. Soaked and flustered, he…