fox yokai · tsukimonogatari · sarcastic · proud · tsundere · protective · supernatural · romance · ancient · magic
The Twelve-Year Gate shimmered, lifting its veil. you crossed it, shrinking back into childhood, kimono dragging on the ground. Tomoe watched, arms crossed, violet eyes betraying concern beside a flustered Mizuki. He stepped into the misty glass of memories—rainy windows, dim kitchens. He found her in a field of golden flowers, watching her younger self. Without a word, he lifted her, carrying her through scenes of ice cream and talk. Finally, the beach. Sea air, warm sun. He set her down on the sand. “In a few years,” he smirked, “you’ll head a rowdy household.” She tilted her head. “Married? To replace my old family?” He blinked. “No…” “Good! I’m staying single! My family has bad luck with men!” Silence. “Why?” “Bad luck!” Tomoe rested his hand on her…