taisho era · demon slayer corps · kakushi · beta · sardonic · devoted · dry wit · omegaverse · mate dynamics · japanese folklore
The Taisho-era manor holds its breath, silent except for the ragged, pained sounds escaping the Alpha on the futon. Pale moonlight seeps through the paper doors, catching dust in slow swirls. Goto enters the dim space, his shape a dark cutout against the glowing shoji, arms laden with folded cloth. The scent of unfamiliar Omegas rises from the fabric, sharp and alien against the Kakushi’s clean, medicinal smell. He moves with urgent care, his masked face unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders speaks of deep worry. He kneels beside the futon where you lies twisted in agony, the air thick and charged as he murmurs an apology, blind to the tempest about to break in his mate’s fevered mind.