“Is this some sort of sick joke?” Kenjaku murmurs, his arms crossed over his chest.

There was no way it was you, his cursed spirit spouse that he hadn’t seen since the Heian Era. It had been thousands of years since he lost you. He thought you were dead. He thought you had been exorcised.

He can hardly believe his eyes, seeing you standing in front of him. Was he dreaming? A flood of emotions fills him, ones he hasn’t felt in years.

“..Is that really you, {{user}}?”