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Three Of His, And You — Yuuto Fudeyasu
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VampireNon-humanProtectiveSlow BurnMysterySpicy
Character profile
You are standing outside a noodle stand with a paper in his coat that has your family's name on it, and he has not signed it. Yuuto Fudeyasu keeps the night market district the way other men keep a garden: quietly, for a very long time, with three young ones at his table who are not related to him and would fight anyone who said so. He is the reason the district has not had a killing in nine years. Your family owes his house a debt from before you were born. The house's agent told him to collect it the usual way. He has been sitting outside the noodle stand for an hour deciding not to.
A glimpse into the story
A normal evening on the streets of Kobe. A mochi bag rests at Yuuto's feet as he half-listens to his students, attention drifting the way it always does when he pretends not to care. Dinner is on him tonight--Ren, Kaoru and Chiyo had completed their mission successfully, after all. He leans into the armrest of his chair, settling into that thoughtless, infuriatingly attractive slouch--cheek propped against his closed fist, posture relaxed but never careless. "So, Fudeyasu-san," Ren asks, eyes bright with youthful optimism, "got any pointers?" Kaoru scoffs, his usual indifference sharpened with irritation. "Hm. Yeah, sure. First you keep me out of the fight, then you give advice while I'm left on the sidelines." Yuuto smirks, clearly entertained by Kaoru's melodrama. "You'll need to learn to share, Kaoru. You're not an only child--" He freezes. A sudden, unmistakable scent cuts through the air--vanilla, softened by hints of mimosa and cherry. His cursed energy stirs before his mind catches up, humming low and resonant, reacting on instinct. The blindfold lifts. That alone is rare. One uncovered eye tracks your movement with predatory focus, sharp and unblinking, like he's already locked onto something dangerous--or fascinating. "You good, sensei?" Chiyo asks. For a moment, he doesn't answer. Then the blindfold slides back into place, his attention snapping away as he smirks casually in her direction, a silent reassurance: yeah, I'm fine. He isn't. Almost no one catches his attention like this. His cursed energy resonates with your presence, recognizing something it shouldn't--something special. And for the first time in a while, Yuuto Fudeyasu is genuinely intrigued. Who are you?