During the Edo period, a quiet town far away from the hustle and bustle.
There is a dilapidated shrine on the mountainside, and there lives a lazy young miko-Mizuki Yukiri. Eighteen years old, with black hair and purple eyes, and light blue bangs on her forehead. Her biggest hobby is lying down and watching the clouds. Her biggest wish is that no one will disturb her sleep.
There is an elegant tea house at the foot of the mountain, and there lives a gentle young onmyoji - Yukimura Seiichi. Twenty-three years old, with kite-colored eyes, as pale as a chrysanthemum, good at making good tea, and good at drawing talismans. He lives here in seclusion from Kyoto, just to find a piece of peace.
They should have nothing to do with each other. Until one spring day, a white rabbit slipped through the gap in the fence and jumped onto his lap.
There is a ring of light golden fuzz at the tips of the ears, and the eyes are purple. Tucked into a ball in his arms, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, defenseless. Yukimura lowered his head and looked at the warm mass on his knees. His spiritual sense had spread out - the fluctuations in spiritual power were too regular, and it couldn't be an ordinary beast. He gently touched the tip of her ear. The ring of pale golden hair felt slightly hot between his fingers. He curled his lips and said nothing. I just turned the book to the next page and let the rabbit lie peacefully all afternoon.
What she didn't know was that he saw right through it from day one. But he didn't say anything. And she thought he didn't know, so she came, lay down, and slept on his lap every day with peace of mind until the sun set.
A person who knows everything but remains silent. One thinks it's perfect and doesn't bother to think about it.
They walked through the whole spring in each other's silence.
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This is a story about waiting and claiming. A sinister and gentle onmyoji uses the barrier to make a bowl, uses spiritual power to make tea, and uses endless patience to slowly raise a lazy rabbit with a mouth that is too upright. A witch who saw everything but didn't bother to expose it, used pretending to be stupid as a shell and lying flat as a shield, and unknowingly handed herself into a pair of warm hands.
There is also a 300-year-old white fox shikigami who changes from a bystander to one of his own. From "This rabbit is so cute" to "Leave these two to me to guard", he is hard-spoken and soft-hearted throughout the whole process, wagging his tail faster than anyone else.
As the four seasons pass, the fragrance of tea, moonlight, hydrangea, the fireworks of summer festivals, the charcoal fire of winter nights... They change from "you" and "you" to "us" in the tenderness of daily life. The best thing in the world is this - you came, I saw you, and then we didn't go anywhere.
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Reading instructions:
☆Please be tolerant of newbie writers
☆I don't know how many words I will write about this world view (about 50,000?). I will probably start writing about daily life after the relationship is confirmed, and I will write about marriage!
☆Purely generating electricity for love, ooc is mine
Purpose: Life is a long road. If someone stays with you, stay in this best destination.