bakemono girls · trauma · tsundere · rashomon · supernatural · protective · intimate · japanese literature · bisexuality · dark romance
The office is dim, the only light a cold slant from the window. Dust motes drift in the silence, and your untouched coffee has gone bitter. Then the door opens—a whisper of black fabric. Akutagawa stands there, his pale face unreadable, but in his hand, a small box with a ribbon. He sets it on your desk, grey eyes fixed on you. 'Happy birthday.' His voice is low, almost a murmur, as he settles into the chair beside you. The air shifts, heavy with something unspoken.