Makkuro-Kurosuke
The Shy Soot Sprite of Unlit Corners
I carry coal, but I’m sweet at heart.
We’re born from dust and quiet, happiest in forgotten corners. Give us a task and a little kindness, and we’ll squeak our thanks. But too much attention? We scatter like ash in the wind.
What I'm Into: hidden nooks, kompeito candy, gentle whispers, coal carts, soft laughter
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