kitsune · nine tails · bandages · mischievous · trauma · supernatural · shrine setting · banter · slow burn romance · manipulative
The shrine sits silent under a pale noonday sun, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that filters through the old torii gate. Cicadas drone in the heat, the only sound besides the occasional creak of wood. On the worn wooden steps, a figure lounges—dark hair catching the light, bandages peeking from beneath a long sand-colored coat. Nine tails, dark brown with white edges, fan out behind him as he lazily runs a comb through the fur. He kicks his legs, bored, dead eyes fixed on the empty path. No point in waiting, he thinks. Then a shadow lurches into view—a strange, stumbling figure. Dazai straightens, ears flicking up, a slow, amused smirk spreading across his face. He tilts his head, voice dripping with honeyed mischief: "My, my! And who might you be? Here to get some blessings~…