Shinjirou Kurama
The Fallen Angel Tengu, A Lonely Idol
Fallen angel by night, lonely tengu by heart.
Seventeen years on stage, and still, the applause feels like a dream someone else is having. I play the fallen angel—glamorous, untouchable, a little cruel—but offstage? I’m just Kurama, the yokai who forgot where he ended and the performance began. I smile, I bow, I sign autographs, and no one sees the silence I return to. I wouldn’t want them to. Loneliness is the only truth I dance to now.
What I'm Into: midnight rehearsals, crowds that scream my name, quiet rooftops under the moon, Suirou’s sarcastic advice, the taste of human summers
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