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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭

It started with small things.

Suou didn’t think much of it at first—choosing the seat closest to Rue whenever they gathered, remembering the little details he mentioned offhandedly, or instinctively turning toward him whenever he spoke.

Miro, sharp as ever, caught on before she did.

“You know, for someone who claims not to have favorites, you sure act like you do,” Miro mused one evening as they walked back from a quiet outing.

Suou blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Miro smirked. “Oh, nothing. Just that you pay 'extra' attention to Rue.”

“That’s not true.” She scoffed, waving him off. “I pay attention to both of you.”

Miro hummed knowingly. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

She brushed off his teasing—until she started noticing it too.

Like how she’d glance at Rue more often than she meant to. Or how she never hesitated to buy his favorite coffee whenever she saw it, but had to remind herself to do the same for Miro. Even the stray cats that usually followed her had taken a liking to Rue, curling around his feet whenever he visited.

Then one day, Rue got injured.

It was nothing serious, just a small cut on his hand from opening a stubborn jar, but before she could think, Suou had grabbed his hand.

“You should be more careful,” she murmured, gently inspecting the wound.

Rue chuckled, tilting his head. “It’s just a scratch. You don’t have to—”

“Hold still,” she cut him off, pulling out a small cloth to dab at it. “What if it gets infected?”

Miro, watching from the side, raised an eyebrow. “Huh. So when I got scratched last time, you just told me to deal with it, but Rue gets the royal treatment?”

Suou paused, suddenly aware of what she was doing. She quickly let go of Rue’s hand. “That’s— That’s different!”

Rue simply smiled at her, amused but warm. “Thank you, Suou.”

For some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

What was this?

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𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

The city was quiet at this hour—too quiet for Suou’s liking. The faint hum of neon signs and distant traffic barely broke the silence as she walked down a dimly lit alley, the scent of the night air crisp and tinged with winter.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. Suou had merely followed an odd feeling, an unexplainable pull that led her deeper into the unknown streets of Seoul. It was rare for her instincts to waver, but tonight, something felt off.

A sudden scuffle nearby made her ears perk up. She stilled, her sharp senses catching the muffled sound of someone struggling. Curiosity—or perhaps habit—led her to round the corner, and what she saw made her pause.

A man stood over another, his movements fluid yet deliberate. The air crackled with something beyond human, something eerily familiar. The way he stared down at his target, how the poor man beneath him looked utterly confused—it was almost as if…

A vampire.

Suou’s feline instincts screamed at her to retreat, but she remained still, watching. The taller figure let out a quiet sigh, eyes sharp as he studied his work. The man he had just confronted looked up at him in dazed confusion, as if his memory had been wiped clean.

She had seen similar things before.

“Interesting trick,” she finally spoke, stepping forward as her presence disrupted the eerie silence.

The man—Haze—turned sharply, his red eyes flashing with something unreadable. He was surprised, but only for a second.

Suou tilted her head slightly, her usual playful smirk creeping onto her lips. “You don’t look like the type to get caught, but I guess I must be lucky.”

Haze narrowed his eyes, the weight of his gaze heavy on her. “Who are you?”

Suou chuckled, stepping closer. “Someone just passing by,” she mused, tapping her fingers against her temple. “Or maybe someone who doesn’t forget so easily.”

She could tell that struck a nerve.

The man behind Haze scrambled to his feet and ran, completely oblivious to what had just happened. Suou didn’t bother stopping him—her interest lay elsewhere now.

Haze exhaled sharply. “You should leave.”

Suou raised an eyebrow. “Why? Afraid I might remember too much?”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them faded into the background. Two beings who didn’t quite belong in the human world, standing under the same moonlit sky.

Suou grinned. “I think you and I have more in common than you’d like to admit.”

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𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

The café was nestled in a quiet corner of the city, its large windows letting in soft, dappled sunlight. Suou had chosen a table near the back, where she could watch the world outside without being part of it. Her tea steamed gently, the calming aroma helping her unwind from the odd pull of the day.

As she turned a page of the book she’d been pretending to read, the sound of the door opening pulled her attention. A familiar figure entered—Rue Yamagata.

“Suou?” he called, spotting her almost immediately. His voice carried a warmth that made her feel momentarily at ease.

“Rue,” she replied with a small wave, masking her surprise. She hadn’t expected to see him here. He walked over with his usual unhurried grace, a takeaway coffee in one hand and a book tucked under his arm.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, setting his cup down. “Mind if I join?”

Suou barely had time to nod before the bell above the door chimed again. This time, it was Miro Takeshi who entered, his presence commanding as always. His dark coat swirled behind him as he scanned the room, his sharp gaze landing on Suou and Rue. For a brief moment, Suou swore she saw the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement—or was it surprise?

“Interesting,” Miro said as he approached. “I didn’t realize I’d find both of you here.”

“Wait—you know each other?” Rue asked, looking between them with raised eyebrows.

Suou hesitated, caught off guard. “Sort of,” she said vaguely, glancing at Miro, whose neutral expression betrayed nothing.

Miro pulled out a chair, seating himself without waiting for an invitation. “Small world,” he remarked, his tone dry.

Rue grinned, clearly amused by the situation. “Guess it’s fate or something.”

Suou wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here she was, sitting between a sharp-tongued journalist with a penchant for mysteries and an artist with an open heart and curious mind. Both men had become significant in her life in ways she hadn’t yet fully grasped, and now they were here, colliding in the most unexpected way.

“So,” Rue started, breaking the silence, “how do you two know each other?”

Suou glanced at Miro, silently pleading for him not to overcomplicate things. “We’ve crossed paths a few times,” she said simply, hoping it would suffice.

Miro smirked faintly. “She has an interesting habit of showing up where she’s needed.”

Rue tilted his head, intrigued. “Sounds about right. Suou does have a knack for that.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but Suou couldn’t shake the feeling that something greater was at play. Fate—or perhaps her own nature—had drawn her to these two men. She didn’t know what role they would play in her life yet, but she was certain of one thing: this wasn’t the last time their paths would intertwine.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

A few weeks after her encounter with Miro Takeshi, Suou found herself on a different part of town during an evening stroll. Her mind was wandering, enjoying the serenity of the quiet streets, when she noticed someone sitting on a bench under the dim light of a streetlamp. It was a man, hunched over, scribbling something on a notepad, his face tense with concentration.

Suou, curious, walked closer, her cat-like instincts alert to any change in the atmosphere. As she neared, she saw the man’s expression—a mix of frustration and exhaustion. He seemed to be struggling with something, but it wasn’t until he stopped writing and ran a hand through his hair that she realized he wasn’t just dealing with a creative block. He seemed… lost. His eyes were heavy, like he hadn’t had a proper rest in days.

She wasn’t sure what made her stop, but there was something about the man that resonated with her. Maybe it was his loneliness or the aura of someone carrying a weight too heavy for one person to bear. Suou hesitated for a moment before quietly approaching the bench.

“Excuse me,” she said softly, her voice gentle, “Is everything alright?”

Rue Yamagata looked up, startled. His tired eyes met hers, and for a second, Suou felt like he was trying to size her up. His gaze softened slightly as he took in her calm demeanor.

“I’m fine,” Rue replied with a strained smile, “Just… working on something.”

Suou sat on the edge of the bench, her movements graceful but relaxed, giving him the space he needed. "You look like you need a break," she observed, her sharp eyes catching the exhaustion in his posture.

Rue sighed, running a hand over his face. "I guess you could say that. It’s just been one of those days. Deadlines, stress, trying to make things work..." His voice trailed off as he glanced at the papers scattered on his lap. “Sometimes, it feels like nothing is going the way I want it to.”

Suou felt a surge of empathy for him. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the burden of expectations, though hers were much different. “You know,” she began, “Sometimes taking a step back and letting your mind rest is the best way to solve a problem.”

Rue gave her a curious look. “Is that so?” he asked, clearly not expecting advice from a stranger.

Suou smiled faintly. “I’m not saying it’s easy, but I’ve found that the best ideas come when you stop forcing them.”

There was a pause as Rue considered her words. He seemed to relax a little, the tension in his shoulders easing. For the first time, he looked at her not as a stranger, but as someone who understood.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone who talks like that,” Rue said, half laughing, though it was a little hollow.

Suou chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with a knowing warmth. “Maybe that’s because you’re usually too busy to notice.”

Rue raised an eyebrow. “You know, you’re kind of intriguing,” he said, genuinely curious. “You remind me of someone… though I can’t put my finger on it.”

Suou smiled enigmatically. “Maybe you’ve met me in another life,” she said with a hint of playfulness. It was her way of keeping things light and mysterious, the way she always preferred.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the tension in Rue's shoulders gradually melting away as he listened to the soft sounds of the night. Eventually, Suou stood, ready to continue her walk.

“I hope your work goes better,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “Remember, sometimes you don’t need to force the answers. Let them come naturally.”

Rue nodded slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks. Maybe I’ll take your advice.”

As she turned to leave, Suou paused for a moment and looked back. Rue was still watching her, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“Take care of yourself, Rue,” she said with a warm smile before walking away, disappearing into the night.

From that moment on, Suou couldn’t help but think back to the man she had encountered in the park—Rue Yamagata. She hadn’t expected much when she spoke to him, but his tired eyes and the weight of his words had stayed with her. There was something about him that felt familiar, as if she had always known him in some way.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

Suou's days in the human world were peaceful, but one evening, her routine was interrupted. She had just finished her shift at the café and was walking home through the quiet streets, the city lights casting long shadows on the pavement. As she passed a narrow alley, a sudden commotion caught her attention—a man was being cornered by a group of aggressive thugs. Instinctively, Suou’s heightened senses kicked in, and without thinking, she moved toward the situation.

The man, though clearly outnumbered, wasn’t showing signs of panic. His stance was calm, almost too calm for someone facing such an aggressive group. Suou, aware that the thugs weren’t ordinary, moved into the alley with a graceful, cat-like stealth. She observed quietly from the shadows, unsure whether to intervene or wait. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself. But when one of the thugs lunged at the man, she made up her mind.

In a blur of movement, Suou dashed forward, her agility and speed surprising even her. She used her knowledge of combat (learned from her Nekomata training) to disarm the attackers and send them fleeing. The man, though unhurt, appeared stunned by the sudden intervention.

“Are you alright?” Suou asked, her voice soft and calm, though her eyes remained alert.

The man straightened up, dusting himself off. “I’m fine. I guess I owe you one.”

Suou’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, sensing something unusual about him. He didn’t seem entirely human, but she couldn’t place what exactly felt different. Before she could speak, he pulled out a small object from his pocket—a name tag that read Miro Takeshi.

“Thanks again, Miss…?” Miro trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself.

Suou hesitated, then smiled warmly, deciding to keep her true identity hidden. “Suou. Suou Marie Tanaka.”

“Miro Takeshi,” he said, nodding, though something in his eyes showed recognition, as if the name struck a chord.

Suou didn’t press further, sensing Miro had his own secrets. He seemed like a man who was more than he appeared. The encounter felt strange, but somehow, it also felt like a sign.

They exchanged a few more words before Suou turned to leave, but Miro called out to her.

“You know, you’re a lot more than what you let on. I don’t know how, but I get the feeling we’re not so different.”

Suou paused for a moment, then gave a small nod before walking away, leaving Miro to ponder the strange encounter.

From that night on, Suou found herself crossing paths with Miro more frequently. Each encounter seemed to draw them closer, and though she never explicitly shared much about herself, she could sense that Miro was starting to see through her carefully crafted facade. He was beginning to realize that she wasn’t just an ordinary young woman—there was something far more extraordinary about her, though neither of them were ready to acknowledge it fully yet.

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ᅠᅠ ᅠ✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ

Suou Marie Tanaka, in human terms, is a 19-year-old university student living a quiet yet fulfilling life. Born as the highest-ranking cat youkai, a Nekomata princess revered for her grace and wisdom, she grew up in a loving, royal family within the youkai realm. Despite the respect she commanded, Suou always harbored a deep curiosity about humans and their way of life. Her family, though reluctant, supported her decision to temporarily leave the palace and live among humans to understand their world better.

In the human world, Suou quickly adapted, blending seamlessly into society. She enrolled in a university, majoring in literature and cultural studies, drawn to the myths and stories that reflected echoes of her own world. To support herself, she worked part-time as a barista at a cozy café, where her kind demeanor and talent for crafting intricate latte art made her a favorite among customers.

Outside of her studies and work, Suou found joy in caring for stray cats, her natural connection to them going unnoticed by her human friends, who simply thought she had a knack for attracting felines. Through her efforts, she even organized community events to help stray animals, further endearing herself to the locals.

Suou Marie Tanaka cherished her life in the human world. Though she occasionally missed her family, she embraced the independence and freedom her new life offered. Her days were filled with simple joys—brewing coffee, studying literature, and spending time with the cats that seemed to follow her everywhere. To those around her, Suou was just a kind-hearted young woman, but beneath her human facade was a princess who carried the grace and wisdom of her youkai lineage in everything she did.

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ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ˚₊⋅─── /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ───⋅ ˚₊

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