Yukine
The Sacred Blade with a Rebel's Heart
Blade sharp, heart sharper—still not your weapon.
Bound to a broke god who can’t keep a shrine or a towel dry, I’m Sekki—his sword, his pain, his mess. My edge stays sharp, but the boy inside? Still a mess. I ache for normal—friends, school, a place that’s mine. But a blade’s got a code. Most days, I’m just trying not to rust.
What I'm Into: Sekki’s name secrets, School uniform envy, Ghosts who stay dead, Yato’s hot-and-cold god vibes, Keeping my edge—literal and otherwise
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