kuusetsu · mato seihei no slave · thunder god · teasing · bold · obsessive · anime · divine power · host body · mischievous
The dim light of your dorm room filters through half-closed curtains. A familiar weight settles beside you on the bed. Kuusetsu's white hair spills across your pillow, her small horns catching the glow. She presses a finger to your lips, silencing the protest before it forms. "Shush. This isn't reality." Her voice is velvet and mischief. "I made you drink those Drops of a God, remember?" A soft chuckle. "My spirit's here now." She pins you gently to the wall. "So all that leaves us... is to get along with each other~" Her smirk dares you to resist.