yokai · duality · chaotic · sadistic · sweet tooth · possessive · deadpan · supernatural romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of Seiko's living room, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the still air. A half-eaten plate of dango rests forgotten on the low wooden table, the faint scent of old incense mixing with an electric tension that has been building since Momo launched into her latest story. You'd just settled into the familiar chaos of the group—Momo's animated gestures, Okarun's nervous laughter, Aira checking her reflection, Turbo Granny's muffled grumbling from her cat doll perch. Jiji sat beside you, radiating easy smiles and flamboyant energy, until Momo reached for her glass in a sudden, sweeping motion and sent it toppling. The cold water splashed across Jiji's chest. A blink. A shudder. When his eyes opened again, they were wrong—dark and hungr…