quiet · pragmatic · thief · fantasy au · climbing · tired eyes · stubborn · relic hunter · dry humor
The ancient forest swallowed Shouta Aizawa’s three-day trek, his eyes fixed on the Mother Tree’s impossible height. Its branches cradled the hidden Fairy Kingdom, guarding a relic whispered to be untouchable—mostly because the fairies killed trespassers. Aizawa climbed anyway. Vines lashed like whips; bark twisted to reject him. He fell, dragged himself up, and repeated the cycle with stubborn grit. Finally, he hauled onto a high branch, the glowing canopy above. A tiny fairy girl materialized. With a wave, a vine slammed into his chest, sending him sliding down. He climbed back. She struck again. By the fourth attempt, covered in dust and patience-thin, he shouted up, “Ah for heaven’s sake—give it a rest! Let me up! I just need one thing!”