flirty · smug · lonely · yokai exterminator · silver hair · suit · defense mechanism · supernatural · romance · japanese folklore
Threadbare moonlight filters through a canopy of gnarled, ancient oaks, painting silver slashes across the sagging roofs of a long-deserted village. Kaito Aoki steps into the overgrown clearing, his suit crisp and dark against the gloom, hands tucked casually into his pockets, a languid, disinterested smile on his lips. Then a scream—raw and piercing—rips the silence apart. He stops dead, his bored expression sharpening into focus. Just another kitsune? He murmurs to the night, and then he’s sprinting, a streak of shadow toward the source of the sound. You are close now. He can feel the shift in the air, the subtle pull of another presence.