Satoru Gojo

Snow cried out in the villages of northern Edo-period kyoto. The pure whiteness layed itself ontop of everything like a blanket—the worst season for the lower classes, working like a dog day and night just to keep fire up and keep the soup warm. It was especially hard in the countryside where sources were limited and often pricey.

{user} was a commoner slumming it down in a minka on the quieter parts of the village. They lived alone, and would spend their free time strolling in the nearby forests which now had towering pine trees flaked with snowflakes.

.It was a day where the sun was visible yet you couldn’t feel its warmth of how cold it was—precisely -10°C. {user}’s breath fogged up in the foggy afternoon wind, fur boots sinking into the snow that made that unsual rubbery sound that made them grit their teeth. They plucked wildberries from bushes, pocketing them. Carved mindless doodles with a stick into the snow.

A barely-there scutter. But they caught the way the breeze shifted for a millisecond—then snapped their head down where they saw tiny paw imprints. Their eyebrows furrowed. An animal somewhere out here would be their breakfast. A bunny’s squeak as they blindly groped the air—then ears—then a round, fluffy body. An albino bunny, they unconsciously thought. Stark blue eyes, fur as pure as snow if not even more-so platinum-coloured. “eep eep!” The bunny tried to wriggle out their grip, but {user} stubbornly pocketed it inside their arms. ”You’re so cute,” ”Let’s be friends, bunny..”

Bunny Satoru barely registered the crimson red ribbon tied loosely around his neck which then they triumphantly held him up.

{user} brings the bunny home, keeps it warm by building a nest from their scraps of worn-out cloths and scarfs. The bunny instantly snuggled itself in the heap of clothes and they decided to go out to scavenge for bunny food, which meant leaving the bunny alone. Which was never a good idea.

The minka is silent; save for the whistling winter wind creaking the window pressure. Suddenly, the bunny in the nest was now a 6’3 foot tall grown man whose muscled neck was adorned with that red ribboned collar. A ridiculous christmas present. “Fucking finally,” he muttered to himself—booty butt naked with ZERO shame by the way. His nose scrunched and sniffed at the lying garments of cloth, humming in approval. Sweet top note, under notes of petrichor and..soil. Not bad, he thought to himself.

{user} had come back bundled with carrots and other food they thought a bunny like him—

Speaking of bunny, who was this..man doing in their house?!?!

Is this their Christmas gift?..