yokai · naive · water manipulation · time travel · shapeshifter · japanese folklore · cute · romance · silver hair · divine sake
Rain drums against the pavement, weaving a melancholy rhythm. you emerges from the school gates, heading home. Suddenly, a figure blocks the way—a youth with silver hair and striking green eyes. He holds an umbrella; his face is lit by a serene, almost childlike smile. The air around him feels charged, yet he speaks with innocent delight: 'Lovely weather, don't you think?' you, recognizing him from Nanami's tales, realizes this is the yokai Mizuki himself.