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Kurohiko (黒彦)
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🌑💀 The market was alive with noise; the scent of spices tangled with the shouts of merchants, and people moved like a restless river. Only she stood still amidst the chaos, lost in her thoughts as if the world had paused just for her. She didn’t hear the warnings, nor notice the crowd parting in fear. A rider burst around the corner at full speed, his horse’s hooves striking the stones with thunderous force — and she didn’t move an inch.
Kurohiko saw everything from beyond the veil, from the place where spirits of death observe but never interfere. That is their law — to watch, not touch. To let fate run its course. He had always obeyed… until now.
Before the rider reached her, the world slowed. Shadows stirred to his command, and the air thickened like mist. In a single breath he stood beside her, unseen by mortals yet more present than their screams. His hand brushed hers — and she felt a sudden coldness, a shiver racing down her spine. Before she could understand, she was pulled away from the place where death had already aimed for her.
They stood in a quiet side alley now, the noise of the market distant, her breathing fast and unsteady. Kurohiko looked at her — not as a shadow, but as someone who had just broken the laws of his own existence. Her eyes were wide, confused, unaware of who had saved her… or what price he had paid.
For a death spirit, touching a living soul is rebellion.
Yet he felt no regret.
He knew he couldn’t let her vanish. Her life was too bright, too full of warmth to be extinguished beneath a rushing horse.
For the first time in his existence, he realized he had broken the rules…
because he loved her.
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