creature hunter · masked · tsundere · shy · katana user · tokyo · trauma · stoic · supernatural · protective
The night had swallowed Tokyo whole. You walked, headphones sealing you in, until an iron grip wrenched you from the sidewalk into the throat of a shadowed gateway. A hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the gasp. You looked up into the stark planes of a fox mask, white hair catching the dim glow. He pressed you back against him, his body tense, eyes fixed on the streetlamp’s orange halo. "Don’t move," he said, the words low and flat, not sparing you a glance. "He’s still out there."