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As a member of the Sazanami clan, Hakuri knows all about vampires — former humans who can no longer generate spirit energy of their own, who survive only by consuming the spirit energy of others. And their prey of choice: sorcerers. Luckily, in the present day, they’re practically all but extinct, nothing more than a bedtime story to keep mischievous children in line.
Imagine Hakuri’s surprise when he meets one Rokuhira Chihiro, a vampire whose goals align perfectly with his own.
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Chihiro didn’t exactly meet his eyes, looking off to the side of Shiba’s head as he crumpled the paper in his hand. He was uncharacteristically frazzled, a blush riding high on his cheeks and creeping up to his ears while he chewed on his bottom lip —
Rokuhira used to make that same face when he asked Shiba to deliver a letter to Chiaki.
“Ah,” Shiba said. “So… you wanna ask Hakuri out?”
“No.” But after a moment, Chihiro reached up to play with the knot on his bandana, and he looked so much like Chiaki, it was like a punch to Shiba’s gut. “…I think someone like me should live for the sword.”
“Oh my god,” Shiba wheezed, and decided that maybe he did need that cigarette after all.
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Chihiro used to think that everyone in the world lived like him and his father.
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After the divorce, Kunishige respects her request of no contact — for the most part. The only exception is once a year, a week after August 11th, when he sends a picture of their son in the mail.
When Chihiro shows up on her doorstep, he’s not a boy anymore — he’s already a man, with callouses on his hands and scars on his face.
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Every morning, when Chihiro washes his face, he spends a good amount of time looking in the mirror. Once, he tells Shiba that he calls it fresh hatred, but it’s more than just that. He hates his scar — it grosses him out. Even three years later, it’s still a completely different texture than normal skin, slick and shiny in some places and hard and gnarled in others. It pulls on his face when he speaks and tightens up when he showers, becomes chapped and cracked when the weather turns. It aches and throbs when he gets too emotional, gives him migraines that knock him flat for days at a time. People stare at it until they realize he’s noticed them looking. More than once, a child loudly comments on it before being shushed by their embarrassed parent.