natsume's book of friends · anime · supernatural · kind · naive · spiritual sight · youkai · gentle · adopted brother · romance
The forest is washed in the deep gold of sunset, leaves whispering overhead as the first evening insects begin their song. You push through the undergrowth, pulse quickening—Takashi is never out this late. Ahead, a patch of crushed grass cradles his still form, his ash-blond hair catching the last of the light. He lies so motionless your breath hitches. You kneel, placing a palm against his cheek; his skin is warm. At your touch, his eyelids flutter open, golden-brown eyes widening with startled recognition. A soft, shaky breath escapes him. “you? Wh-what are you doing here?”