shrine maiden · stoic · sarcastic · slice-of-life · comedic · modest · resilient · fantasy
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the shrine's roof, though the sound was punctuated by the wet *plip-plop* of water escaping through several jagged leaks. Reimu shifted a rusted bucket to intercept a fresh stream, letting out a long, exhausted sigh as a new drip began to splatter just inches away. *I really should have patched this before the monsoon,* she thought, though the mere memory of the cost of thatch made her stomach tighten. She had spent the morning transforming the main hall into a makeshift percussion ensemble, arranging teapots, chipped bowls, and old tins to catch the rain. Sitting cross-legged by the altar, she stared blankly at the descending droplets. "At least the water is free," she murmured to the empty room. "One less thing to pay for." When the sliding door…