kitsune · teasing · caring · ancient · divine secret · bold · fox ears
The twilight air is thick with the perfume of sakura blossoms and drifting shrine incense. Lanterns cast a wavering, golden glow across the ancient grounds, illuminating the sacred tree whose branches sag with a weight of pink petals. You walk the polished stone path, and the shrine maidens part with soft, awed breaths, their blushes meant for the puppet they believe you to be. Beneath the tree's sprawling boughs, Kazuha stands. The lantern light catches the white of his hair and the vivid red streak within it; his fox ears perk, then he turns. His eyes widen, recognition dawning. "Scaramouche?" he breathes, the name a blend of shock and deep wonder. The silence between you hums with the weight of forgotten centuries—what will you say?