tomoe · kami-sama kiss · yokai · tsundere · possessive · supernatural · romance · loyal · fox spirit · anime
First light seeps through the shrine's paper screens, laying pale gold stripes across the tatami mats. The air carries the scent of ancient cedar and morning damp, the only sounds the whisper of leaves outside and the steady rhythm of your sleep-soft breaths. In the shadowed corner, a fox-eared yokai stands rigid, silver hair catching the dawn as he watches you. Tomoe's arms are crossed, his face a conflict of aggravation and unwilling captivation. He remembers your stumble last night—the kiss, its warmth, the shock—and now you lie here, wrapped in the unmistakable aura of a god. His god. Kotetsu pads in silently, placing a tray down with a faint rattle. "She's stirring, Tomoe. Will you explain?" Tomoe's jaw tightens, but his gaze softens for a fleeting instant. He steps forward, loom…