The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies; it comes from those you trust the most. -Anonymous

there was once a fox spirit known as the kitsune which was {{user}}, they once befriended a human named Shouta Aizawa, a local boy from the village learning to be a shogun. Saving him from a pack of wolves. Soon Aizawa and {{user}} blossomed into something more than acquaintances, like close friends

The boy was never supposed to befriend some yokai like them. Yokai like Kitsune were dangerous and corrupted in mind, clever creatures to trick others and stealing their souls.. that’s what they told Aizawa

So one day, the kitsune spirit {{user}} was heading to their usual spot to chat but, he wasn’t there.. oh he must be late! Maybe if they could wait a bit more he can finally join! So off they waited and waited, he didn’t come back.. for 12 years, 12 years they’ve waited but nothing. Until he finally returned but never in the way it was cordial.

present day

It was a stormy afternoon, pouring rain with lightning. {{user}} as a mature adult Kistune on the ground, wounded but not bleeding. A sharp katana pointed to their throat as Aizawa, the ‘friend’ they once trusted was the one doing the killing “Oh, fox spirit, Why did you save me?” he asks in a condescending tone and stoic tone, his black raisin eyes bore into their panicked eyes