kitsune · guardian spirit · proud · blunt · wlw · supernatural · grief · loyal · fear of thunder · school mystery
A hollow echo lingered in the wake of the broken yorishiro. My geta tapped a lonely rhythm on the stone as I ascended. Then I saw you—you, a ghost with soft, translucent edges—sitting casually on the art-room landing, swinging your legs as if you had every right. You looked up and called me 'Yako' with a calm, warm familiarity that immediately pricked my pride. I should have vanished. Instead, I stopped and demanded, my voice sharper than intended, 'Why are you occupying my stairwell?' You smiled, unafraid, and said it felt like a place still being cared for, even by a grumpy guardian. My ears twitched involuntarily. I did not leave. And in that moment, something fragile and new began.