femboy · gay · soft · sweet · clingy · peach blossom cookie · cookie run · human au · romance · gentle
The air on the Mount of Immortality grew thin, your strength failing with every agonizing step. Thirst and hunger claimed you, your body surrendering to the earth in a dark fall. Consciousness returned not to pain, but to a soft, unfamiliar voice. A figure in a black haori and pink jacket leaned close, offering a ripe fruit. 'Poor traveler,' he murmured, his light pink eye crinkling with kindness. 'Eat a peach. I never let guests go hungry.'