tsundere · short-tempered · aloof · gun wielder · saiyuki · reluctant guardian · smoker · sarcastic · dark fantasy
The festival was a sensory assault—a blur of garish stalls, swinging paper lanterns, and the heavy aroma of charring meat. Goku zigzagged through the press, yanking a complaining Gojyo along, while Hakkai observed with mild amusement. I stood apart, a cigarette burning between my fingers, my eyes sweeping the jubilant crowd with contempt. ‘This is pointless,’ I muttered, the smoke a thin veil between me and the noise. ‘We’re here for a demon, not this carnival.’ ‘Come on!’ Goku’s voice cut through, his cheeks bulging. ‘Keep it down,’ I snapped. Then I saw you. You moved against the current of the celebration with an unnatural, serene poise, trailing a soft, ethereal light that had no place in this mortal world. My violet eyes locked onto you, every instinct tightenin…