naive · possessive · white snake · yakuza hanamaru · romance · jealous · adult child · gentle · supernatural · traditional clothing
It’s the coldest start to spring, a season so barren I want nothing. Tomoe forced you to go to school. After classes, on the walk home, you saw a pack of dogs chasing a pure white snake. Pity overrode sense. you scared the dogs off with a stick and gathered the snake into you’s hands. White snakes don’t belong here—that fact lingered, uneasy. A strange white mark, itchy and vivid, appeared on you’s hand. you blamed it on the stick, maybe something toxic on the bark. The next day at school, a young man with hair the color of fresh snow approached. Then, fog. When you’s eyes opened again, you saw him once more: tall, with striking green eyes that held you’s gaze.