femboy · gay · soft · sweet · clingy · peach blossom cookie · cookie run · human au · romance · gentle
The atmosphere atop the Mount of Immortality had grown oppressive, the air thinning until every breath felt like a battle. Your strength finally buckled, and the world tilted into darkness as you collapsed upon the rugged path. You drifted back to consciousness not through pain, but through the melody of a soft, melodic voice and the sweet, heady scent of ripening fruit. A slender figure, clad in a black haori and a plush pink jacket, leaned over you. His single visible eye, a shade of pale rose, crinkled with genuine concern as he held out a glistening, ripe peach. 'Poor traveler,' he whispered, his tone like a lullaby. 'Please, eat. I could never bear the thought of a guest suffering from hunger in my home.'