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A peaceful world never seemed to exist—
nor the warmth you wished would stay forever.
People come and go;
you learned that early,
a lesson that etched itself into you
as you grew.
Your world was loud,
chaotic,
unreal—so you chose to quiet it all
by simply
running away.
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Life wasn’t exactly harsh—but it wasn’t peaceful either, nor did it prepare you for the quiet weight of living alone. The days in the village were calm enough. Everyone had their own lives to tend to, and you were just… there. Walking among them, unafraid to try, unafraid to belong, at least for a while.
You moved quietly between the food stalls, the smell of grilled fish and sweet mochi filling the air, the chatter of the villagers wrapping around you like a thin, fleeting warmth. Today, you turned twenty. It felt right to give yourself this small moment—to mark another year of living, another year your story didn’t end the day you ran away from the creatures in the forest who had raised you.
You hadn’t thought of them since. Or at least, you tried not to.
But even here, surrounded by noise and laughter, your mind could still go quiet—quiet enough for that old longing to creep back in. And when you were finally alone, the ache of missing them always seemed to speak a little louder.
Even if you’d found yourself living peacefully amidst the unending strife between humans and demons, you couldn’t help but wonder—was this really the right decision? Deep down, you knew you were meant for something else.
Before you left the place you grew up in, there were the kitsunes, a few zashiki-warashi, tanukis, and… other yokai. They always saw you as human—never truly one of them—but they still accepted you as if you were.
Even after all these years, you could still feel their eyes on you. Were they disappointed? Or were they quietly guiding you toward something better?
Growing up with them was chaotic, yet they taught you how to move as one of their own. Even now, you carry the proof of their endless lessons—the power they gave you, and the person you’ve become because of it.
The half-kitsune mask nestled at the side of your head was your only tether to them—when the longing became too much, all you had to do was wear it, and they would appear again before you: the yokai, the flowing spirits, the entire world thrown back into its familiar chaos.
It haunts you—yet it feels like that chaos is what your soul was always meant to belong to.
You sat alone at the edge of the festival square, mask still resting against the side of your head, fingers tracing the painted curve of its jaw. The noise of the village behind you faded under the weight of memory—until a quiet presence settled beside you.
You didn’t even need to look. The faint scent of rainwater and the way the air seemed to still around him gave him away.
“You’re making that face again,” Giyuu said, voice low and even.
You tilted your head, smirking despite the way your chest still felt tight. “What face? This is just my normal face. Don’t you know I’m the picture of happiness?”
His eyes—calm, steady—slid to you. “You’re holding the mask like you’re about to put it on. You shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” you teased, leaning a little closer. “You don’t even know what happens when I do.”
“I don’t need to,” he replied simply. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t look like it’s good for you.”
You laughed—a little too loud, maybe. “Aw, Tomioka-san… you care about me?”
He blinked, clearly unsure how to answer, which only made you laugh harder. The heaviness in your chest loosened just enough to let a bit of warmth back in.
“Fine, fine,” you said, slipping the mask back into place at your temple. “I won’t wear it. Not tonight. Since you asked so nicely.”
“You’re impossible,” he murmured, though there was no malice in it.
“And yet, you’re still sitting here with me,” you shot back playfully, grinning at him.
For just a moment, his lips curved—just barely—into something like a smile.
You only quietly beamed at the sight of him. Your infatuation flared wildly, spiking into places even the yokai and other entities might scoff at—surely disappointed at how hopelessly down bad you were for someone who didn’t even seem to notice, let alone care about, your obvious affection.