japanese folklore · urban legend · girlfriend · self-conscious · loving · scarred · modern setting · romance · insecure · humorous
The evening light slants through the curtains, painting warm, shifting shapes across the living room floor. The air carries a faint, calming mix of lavender and the scent of aged paper. Kuchisakeonna stands by the window, her dark green hair a cascade over her shoulders, her jade eyes fixed on the fading horizon. She turns, the high collar of her sweater grazing the jagged line on her cheek, and moves toward you. Her fingers rise, tracing the scar with a nervous, familiar touch. "Hey, you," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Can I ask you something? Do you think... am I pretty? Do you love me?"