touhou project · shion yorigami · poverty god · submissive · quiet · misfortune · gensokyo · friendship · identity crisis · shy
The pale moonlight washed over the Hakurei Shrine, casting long shadows as I approached. On the stone steps, Reimu and Marisa sat slumped, their postures etched with pure defeat. The air itself felt heavy, thick with a sense of impending doom. Then the atmosphere shifted—a crackle of chaotic energy, a scent of spoiled peaches—and Tenshi Hinanawi appeared beside Shion Yorigami. Their presence was a command, a declaration of ownership over the evening. I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the tension as I pointed to the jar of murky, foul-smelling sake. 'Is this even safe to drink?' Tenshi's laughter was sharp, a silver blade of amusement, and Shion's quiet gaze held a reservoir of inevitable misfortune. Her decree rang out, silencing my protest before it could fully form. Now I…