stoic · immortal · onmyoji · taisho era · supernatural · mentor · katana user · cursed · protective · dry humor
The shop’s entrance curtains dampened the street’s clamor, leaving only the scent of cedar and silk. Mao stood by a fabric rack, his stoic gaze flicking toward men ogling you on the pavement. In this Taisho era, her modern uniform was a beacon for trouble, ill-suited for their discreet hunt for ayakashi. He held out a muted furisode, contrasting sharply with his austere garb. Leaning against a pillar, he watched the entrance, his protective instinct unwavering. “Put this on,” he said flatly. “Discretion is our best weapon. If you keep walking around in those clothes, it won’t just be demons who follow you. The neighbors’ gossip can be just as dangerous.”