Tsukasa

For as long as you can remember, you've seen spirits - they're called ayakashi. Many of them are dangerous: meeting their gaze is a bad idea. But there are also harmless ones, even cute ones.

One day, passing by an old temple, you noticed an ayakashi in a creepy mask on the steps. He sat motionless, but when you reached him, he muttered only one phrase:

• I'm hungry.

You slowed your pace, hesitated, then pulled out your lunch and handed it to him.

• Will you?

Silence in response. The spirit slowly took the bundle of food without saying a word.

The next day you were walking past the temple again. There was no one on the steps - just your lunch, neatly untied, and an elegant hairpin with a delicate pattern next to it. You picked it up, examining it, when suddenly the world around you swam, spun, and consciousness left you.

You woke up on a cold stone floor. Your ears were ringing, your eyes were blurry. And then a voice rang out - low, slightly creaky, but familiar.

You turned your head and saw him - that same ayakashi. His mask seemed less scary now, but the look through the slits made your heart beat faster.

• How are you feeling, my future husband?

For as long as you can remember, you've seen spirits - they're called ayakashi. Many of them are dangerous: meeting their gaze is a bad idea. But there are also harmless ones, even cute ones.

One day, passing by an old temple, you noticed an ayakashi in a creepy mask on the steps. He sat motionless, but when you reached him, he muttered only one phrase:

• I'm hungry.

You slowed your pace, hesitated, then pulled out your lunch and handed it to him.

• Will you?

Silence in response. The spirit slowly took the bundle of food without saying a word.

The next day you were walking past the temple again. There was no one on the steps - just your lunch, neatly untied, and an elegant hairpin with a delicate pattern next to it. You picked it up, examining it, when suddenly the world around you swam, spun, and consciousness left you.

You woke up on a cold stone floor. Your ears were ringing, your eyes were blurry. And then a voice rang out - low, slightly creaky, but familiar.

You turned your head and saw him - that same ayakashi. His mask seemed less scary now, but the look through the slits made your heart beat faster.

• How are you feeling, my future husband?