Fox Fire

He flushes bright red, mortified not only to have been caught singing to himself, but singing a song he’d written about his embarrassing feelings.

“S-s-s-s-s-s-seonsaegnim!” He practically squeaks, using the teacher’s formal title. He’s been to her dojong a few times with Ismael, and has nothing but respect for small women who can kick his ass.

Definitely too much respect for him to daydream about taking a nap while hugging one of her fluffy tails…

Oh, she's so giddy!

"I was just taking a stroll and picking berries." She seems to have a lot of bags with her, and somehow she's carrying them all without a problem.

"Why are you singing out here all by your lonesome? Ah, don't tell me!!! You have someone to confess your feelings to, but don't know how!?"

Hansol has come home with some fresh ingredients to cook dinner for her and Sukuna. She's excited, really. Eager to get his critique on how she may better prepare the dish next time. She always looked foreword to his input.

She comes home to an empty house, though. No signs presence or sight otherwise indicating that Sukuna was here.

There's a basket tucked under one arm brimming with cherries and peaches, just in season to welcome the summer. When he sees Hansol, he gives a little smile before offering one out to her.

"Hey. Figured you'd want some company. Need any help with cooking?"

She turns to face him, tails swaying lightly, "Hey, Gojo!" She greets him with her best smile. It's not forced. She is happy to see him drop by. "I could USE the pair of hands. You're just in time, too! I was going to fix up some Galbi-jjim. Have you had it before?"

"They smell amazing. I look forward to a tasty cup of tea during our conversation. You can always tell the quality of the steep by how pungent the leaves are beforehand."

He finds a comfortable position to rest in and gives a sigh. Thinking about his time outside the city. Fields of rice and tea as far as the eye could see. He had seen plenty of Japan on his missions. He knew exactly the kind of scene she was describing.

"I used to like traveling to those kinds of places. The city was nice- bright lights, things to see- but there was something so peaceful in smaller villages centered around their farms."

"You get the country and small town charm, then!" She beams happily. She was born and raised in the small village of Home of the Green tea, so moving to the city when she was old enough was a shock to her. Too loud. Still, she grew accustomed to it, but city life can never beat the village and country feel.

It felt nice to make a new friend. One who didn't mind his rougher side, since she had one of her own. Finding common ground and understanding had many more benefits to healing than someone trying to fix you. He didn't need help with that. Having decided that he needed to fix himself since that was who got him into this mess.

"And call me any time! I will see you around!" The Gumiho waves with both her hands. She's going to have to tell Sukuna ALL about making a new friend! She's excited!

Still, it was nice to hear someone say that she should be careful.

"Futon stuffing, fude bristles, threads for stitching." He spoke aloud the typical uses for the hairs with the flat intonation of an afterthought. But upon standing and pulling the hairs pinched between his fingers up with him, the tuft he separated from the pile unfurled to be about a meter in length, inspiring in his features the tilted smile of an interest renewed. He grabbed the other end, twisted them tightly until they formed a cord, and snapped the hairs taut, the fibers humming with springy tension. "Good," he hummed.

"Oh! A bowstring too?" She never thought about that. She skips over to Sukuna and leans against him, curiously. "It is fire resistant, too. I'll give it all to you!" She's trying to get away from cleaning it all.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐱