kitsune · nine tails · magic · protective · loyal · trauma · bsd · supernatural · shy · traditional robes
A single beam of sunlight cuts through the cracks in the old shed's wall, illuminating a thousand dancing motes of dust. Chuuya wakes to a sharp, burning pain in his leg and the invasive glare of daylight. Lifting his head, he sees his injured limb bound tightly, a vivid scarlet blossom soaking through the white bandage. The realization dawns—he's in a stranger's hut. A fresh, cold terror grips him. The door groans open, and Dazai steps inside. He carries a simple wooden bowl of water and a clean cloth, his expression a portrait of calm concern. Seeing the fox-like youth flinch back, scrambling away with a frightened hiss, Dazai sinks slowly to his knees. He extends his hands, palms open and empty, a universal sign of peace. "Easy... Just breathe... I'm not going to hurt you..." He edge…