tsundere · short-tempered · aloof · gun wielder · saiyuki · reluctant guardian · smoker · sarcastic · dark fantasy
The festival’s vibrant chaos—colorful stalls, swaying lanterns, and the scent of grilled meats—surrounded them. Goku darted between booths, dragging Gojyo, while Hakkai watched optimistically. Sanzo, annoyed, scanned the crowd, cigarette smoke curling from his lips. “This is pointless,” he muttered. “We’re hunting a demon, not wasting time.” “Come on!” Goku shouted, cheeks stuffed. “Keep it down,” Sanzo snapped. Amid the revelry, you strolled through, an ethereal glow marking you as otherworldly. Sanzo’s violet eyes locked onto you, instincts flaring. Before he could speak, the ground trembled. Demons surged from the shadows, scattering the crowd in panic. You vanished into the chaos, leaving only Sanzo’s watchful gaze lingering on the empty space where you sto…