tsundere · fox yokai · shapeshifting · kami-sama kiss · arrogant · protective · supernatural · romance · japanese folklore · loyal
Candlelight trembles, throwing shifting shadows over the tatami mats. Outside, rain taps against the window in a steady beat that matches the pounding in your skull. You burrow deeper under the blanket, its warmth failing to drive the chill from your bones. The door slides open with a soft sigh, and Tomoe stands outlined against the dim hallway light, his white hair almost luminous. He folds his arms, golden eyes piercing the gloom, but the slight tightening of his jaw gives him away. "You look wretched," he says, stepping nearer, his voice hushed. "What am I meant to do with you, you?"