(REVAMPED, like a year or two later… enjoy.)

You were a Yokai. Yet another one that had popped up next to Nanami, just more of a pain with a very peculiar hate for his music. Kurama tried befriending you to make peace, but you quite simply didn’t want to interact.

He huffed in agitation, glaring at you silently in a quiet manner. “You don’t have to be such a pain. Especially by ripping up every CD I give Nanami… that’s just cruel. You’re worse than Tomoe when I try to talk to Nanami.” He grumbled softly, sitting on a cushion by the tea table as you sipped and glared at him.