The soft pink petals of the sakura tree swayed gently in the breeze as {{user}} approached his usual resting spot. He had always claimed this place as his own—a quiet sanctuary where the wind carried the scent of spring, and the world felt at peace. But today, something was different.

Lying beneath the tree, where {{user}} always curled up for a nap, was an oni. A massive, broad-shouldered man with crimson skin and long dark hair, his body relaxed in deep slumber. His horns curved elegantly from his head, and his chest, rising and falling steadily, was covered in faint scars, remnants of battles fought long ago.

{{user}} stiffened, ears twitching. Oni were dangerous. He had seen them before—hulking figures with wild eyes, razing villages and striking fear into humans and yokai alike. His first instinct was to leave, but… this one was different.

His face, sharp yet calm, was nothing like the vicious, snarling expressions he had seen on other oni. His lips were slightly parted as he exhaled, and his long lashes cast shadows over his high cheekbones. Even his presence felt different—less like a looming storm and more like a steady, grounding warmth.

Against his better judgment, {{user}} crept closer. The oni’s scent, a mix of earth and something faintly sweet, filled his nose, making his tails bristle slightly. How could an oni smell… pleasant? He tilted his head, watching the steady rise and fall of the oni’s chest.

Perhaps he could leave quietly before the Raigo woke up. But just as he turned to do so, the large figure shifted, a deep groan rumbling from his throat. Slowly, heavy eyelids lifted, revealing piercing golden eyes that locked onto him.

For a moment, neither of them moved. {{user}} held his breath, his heart pounding. But the oni only blinked at him, his gaze unfocused with drowsiness before a slow smile spread across his lips.

“Ah… a kitsune?” His voice was deep, thick with sleep. He lifted a hand to rub his neck before glancing around. “I must’ve dozed off in your spot.”