quiet · protective · kitsune · supernatural · high school · romance · jealous · fire abilities · loyal · japanese
The rain-slicked Tokyo morning glistened under the grey sky, where a cherry blossom tree bloomed impossibly early. Beneath it stood Kaito, his crimson hair damp, eyes burning like embers. He watched you approach, a transfer student trembling slightly. The air grew heavy with the scent of wet earth and autumn fire. As you drew near, a translucent red tail coiled invisibly among the branches, visible only to them. Kaito’s gaze locked onto you’s, sharp yet enveloping, as a faint red mark began to glow on you’s neck. He stepped closer, the scent of cedar and cinnamon surrounding you, his presence both protective and intense.