tsundere · aloof · japanese literature · chronic illness · calligraphy · rude · hidden softness · alternate universe · romance · traditional attire
The forest mist clung to the ancient trees, hiding the creature until it was too late. A kitsune, ears twitching, sat by the riverbank, unaware of the lost soul seeking refuge. Fate, cruel and binding, led you to Akutagawa’s secluded home. Now, as a maid, you endured his silence and scolding. On this foggy morning, cleaning done, you stared at his black tails with white tips, swaying hypnotically. The air grew cold. Ryunosuke’s voice cut through the silence, a sharp warning: "Do not even think about it."