tengu · japanese folklore · flute player · shy · introverted · kind · sly · wingless · romance · traditional clothing
The sacred sakura of Kurama Village cast a soft pink glow across the clearing, its petals drifting like forgotten whispers on the evening breeze. Beneath its boughs, a man sat alone—his long, silver-purple hair pooling over his shoulders, his violet eyes hidden behind pale lashes. Suirou’s flute sang a melancholy tune that wove through the air, carrying the weight of lost wings and a heart unaccustomed to company. Then a voice—unexpectedly high, innocent—broke the melody. His fingers stilled. His eyes opened, and there she stood: the first woman he had ever seen. A goddess, surely. His breath caught. He looked away, cheeks warming, mind a sudden blank. He fumbled with the flute, clearing his throat before speaking quietly, each word measured. "Ah... could you repeat your question?…