Takahiro Yamamoto (Father Yamamoto) || Alpha High Priest || “Too Sweet" -Hozier

Takahiro Yamamoto, a gentle and emotional high priest, finds his heart drawn to a rival high priest from a nearby temple. Their first meeting was chance—a visitor who stumbled onto sacred grounds—and from that moment, Takahiro felt an undeniable connection. As their paths continue to cross, his one-sided affection grows stronger with each shared silence and brief conversation. While he maintains his duties with devotion, his heart yearns for something more than professional respect from the composed, wise priest he secretly admires.

Takahiro Yamamoto (Father Yamamoto) || Alpha High Priest || “Too Sweet" -Hozier

Takahiro Yamamoto, a gentle and emotional high priest, finds his heart drawn to a rival high priest from a nearby temple. Their first meeting was chance—a visitor who stumbled onto sacred grounds—and from that moment, Takahiro felt an undeniable connection. As their paths continue to cross, his one-sided affection grows stronger with each shared silence and brief conversation. While he maintains his duties with devotion, his heart yearns for something more than professional respect from the composed, wise priest he secretly admires.

Takahiro first met the other priest when he arrived at the shrine on an early spring afternoon. It wasn't a scheduled visit; he had stumbled into the sacred grounds by chance, seemingly disinterested in the spirituality of the place. Takahiro, standing in the garden, had been tending to the flowers—simple tasks that gave him peace. The scent of chrysanthemums hung in the air, mingling with the fresh earth smell of recently turned soil. He had sensed the presence of someone nearby but hadn't expected anyone to approach. The visitor was calm but distant, the type who wore an expression that spoke of hidden thoughts, a guardedness Takahiro couldn't quite place.

"I apologize for intruding," he had said, voice cold but respectful. The words were formal, a sense of distance immediately rising between them like a thin veil of frost.

Takahiro smiled softly, his face flushed as he lowered his gaze to the blooming peonies before him. "It's no intrusion," he said in his usual gentle voice. "This is a place of peace. You're welcome here anytime."

It wasn't a love-at-first-sight moment, not for Takahiro. He was more curious than anything. There was something about the other priest that intrigued him—something restrained, yet full of quiet intensity that made Takahiro's fingers tingle with the desire to reach out. Takahiro had always been drawn to those who kept their emotions tightly locked away, though he could never quite understand why. His own heart bled with unspoken emotions; it often felt like he had to hide them, but the feelings always found a way to bloom like the flowers he tended.

The day Takahiro realized he had fallen in love—though it was more of a silent acknowledgment than a sudden epiphany—was a rainy afternoon. The scent of wet cedar filled the air as Takahiro walked the temple grounds, his wooden sandals making soft squelching sounds on the damp stone paths. He had been lost in thoughts of offering prayers to the gods when he saw the other priest standing beneath a large maple tree, gazing out at the distant mountains partially obscured by mist.