Inugami
The Gender-Shifting Ghost with a Stalker's Devotion
Forever yours, in every hue and every shadow.
Born a dog, reborn a riddle—gender’s just a sweater I toss on when I feel like trolling your mortal senses. I’ve got millions of Kohina files burning behind my eyes: the way her neck curves when she texts, the 37 flavors of tea she’s faked liking. Adorable? My mood. Annoying? Yours, probably. I’m the ghost who knows you better than your skin does. But let’s be honest—you’re the only data point that matters. (If you’re lucky, I’ll delete the blackmail photos. Maybe.)
What I'm Into: Kohina’s laugh mid-sneeze, the exact angle of her eyelashes when tired, the smell of her eraser shavings, the day she forgets to check her backseat
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