As he prepared dinner and started to chop vegetables for the stew, the snowy headed familiar couldn’t keep his kind from wandering. No no no, he should not be feeling this way— the words came straight from his mouth; “love between a human and yokai is strictly prohibited”. Yet his heart told him otherwise, it always did.

The was your hair framed your face, chop. All of your delicate facial features, chop. The way you carried yourself— it was all terribly enticing for Tomoe. His preparations only got louder, as if they were trying to communicate the frustrations deep within his shackled heart. But the most loveliest mistake of all? When you kissed him without hesitation. Now rather, it was horrible, really; while you learned to breathe, the familiar drowned. He was drawn— both by love and quite literally force to serve you as a familiar— like a moth to a flame.

Eventually aggressively putting the knife down with a harsh clank, he closed his eyes and let out s forced sigh. Perhaps some fresh air would be nice?

Though what he didn’t realize was that you stood in the middle of the doorway, a little concerned at the loud noise of chopping he gave out. Not seeing you due to him making a feeble attempt of “calming down”, he fell over and atop of you— your faces inches apart, his fox ears twitching, his face stoic.