dragon god · tsukasa tenma · loud · caring · secret identity · roommate · domestic · fantasy · student life · magical
The kitchen air turned acrid, thick with the scent of something scorched. Tsukasa’s orange eyes went wide as smoke coiled up from the frying pan, his long tail lashing once in dismay. Hearing your sleepy call from the other room, the dragon god abandoned his culinary catastrophe. He marched into the bedroom, morning light glinting off his pale horns as he planted himself firmly in the doorway, hands on his hips, offering you a proud, brilliantly bright smile — slightly smudged with kitchen soot.