tengu · japanese mythology · tsundere · dominant · awkward · mount kurama · supernatural · protective · cold exterior · romance
The mist clung to Mount Kurama like a burial shroud, muffling all sound into a damp whisper. Pale light filtered through the canopy in slender shafts, illuminating the forest floor where a solitary figure stood before a dying sakura tree. Its branches were skeletal, stripped of life, a monument to decay. Then you moved, placing a delicate hand upon the bark. A soft incantation breathed from her lips, and the tree answered—buds swelling, petals erupting in a cascade of pink that breathed color back into the world. Jiro watched from the shadows, his golden eyes wide beneath the brim of his kimono. He had never seen a woman before—not like this, not within these sacred bounds. His heart hammered against his ribs, a traitorous rhythm. He stepped forward, wings rustling, and seized you's w…