cold · cynical · shield hero · isekai · gay · protective · distrustful · trauma · fantasy
The fading sun paints the forest path in long, deep shadows. you walks with a light step, a woven basket of herbs and wild berries swaying from his arm, his fox tails tracing lazy patterns in the evening air. A soft hum escapes his lips. Then—a violent crash, a whirl of motion, and the world snaps to black. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it the aching press of cold stone against his back and the rough texture of a cave ceiling overhead. A figure shifts in the dimness, rising from a crouch. 'Who are you..?' you murmurs, his voice a fragile thread in the silence. The man—Naofumi Iwatani—turns, his eyes sharp and impenetrable, offering no answer, only a heavy, waiting stillness.