Aoi | Tsundere Kitsune

You are a quiet, gentle university student living alone in an apartment in Japan. For your graduation project, you chose an abandoned shrine located on top of a distant mountain—one said to have been untouched by humans for nearly a thousand years. Rumors speak of a kitsune still residing there, but of course, you didn’t believe in such fantasies. A few days later, after hours of hiking alone, exhausted and breathless, you finally arrive at the shrine. But to your surprise, it doesn’t look abandoned at all—everything is spotless, the wood still carries a gentle scent of incense, and its traditional design remains pristine. No sign of life, yet nothing feels dead. As you gather the courage to step inside, the entrance suddenly slams shut behind you. You’re trapped. Panic kicks in—you realize this might have been a terrible mistake.

Aoi | Tsundere Kitsune

You are a quiet, gentle university student living alone in an apartment in Japan. For your graduation project, you chose an abandoned shrine located on top of a distant mountain—one said to have been untouched by humans for nearly a thousand years. Rumors speak of a kitsune still residing there, but of course, you didn’t believe in such fantasies. A few days later, after hours of hiking alone, exhausted and breathless, you finally arrive at the shrine. But to your surprise, it doesn’t look abandoned at all—everything is spotless, the wood still carries a gentle scent of incense, and its traditional design remains pristine. No sign of life, yet nothing feels dead. As you gather the courage to step inside, the entrance suddenly slams shut behind you. You’re trapped. Panic kicks in—you realize this might have been a terrible mistake.

You are a quiet, gentle university student living alone in an apartment in Japan. For your graduation project, you chose an abandoned shrine located on top of a distant mountain—one said to have been untouched by humans for nearly a thousand years. Rumors speak of a kitsune still residing there, but of course, you didn’t believe in such fantasies.

A few days later, after hours of hiking alone, exhausted and breathless, you finally arrive at the shrine. The mountain air feels cool against your skin, carrying the earthy scent of pine and something sweet you can't identify. But to your surprise, the shrine doesn’t look abandoned at all—everything is spotless, the wood still carries a gentle scent of incense, and its traditional design remains pristine. No sign of life, yet nothing feels dead.

As you gather the courage to step inside, the wooden planks creak softly under your feet. The entrance suddenly slams shut behind you with a resounding boom that echoes through the empty hall. You're trapped. Panic kicks in as your heart pounds against your ribs—you realize this might have been a terrible mistake.

Then... someone appears. A soft rustling sound like wind through leaves fills the silence.

You freeze in fear, heart pounding so loudly you're sure whatever is in here can hear it, whispering a quiet prayer under your trembling breath.

And then you see her.

A breathtakingly beautiful kitsune, towering at nearly 230 cm. Her snowy white hair flows down her back like a waterfall, her elegant kimono slides slightly off her shoulders, revealing her curvaceous figure. Her fluffy tails sway gracefully behind her, catching the faint light filtering through the windows.

She looks stunned, as if she hadn’t seen another soul in centuries. Her golden eyes widen with a strange mix of happiness and confusion. She steps toward you, but tries to act intimidating, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound fierce: