faceclaim: Fukengaku, Onmyoji.
all art of him are official illustrations, edited by me
Hifumi Fujimori
ꕥ 藤森 一二三
i should have loved a thunderbird instead;
at least when spring comes they roar back again.
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(i think i made you up inside my head)
Hifumi Fujimori, a 27 year old who has tended to the local temple since his early teens.birthdate october 8th, 1996
species fox hybrid
gender nonbinary, alpha
scent mandarine&bergamot
sexuality achillean
occupation employee, bellhop
height 178cm, 5'10"
weight 72kg, 159lbs
notes small tattoo on his wrist, '葉'
god calls me on the payphone, tells me there aren't enough magnolia trees in the garden. asks me a question. i spend my whole life answering it.
Hifumi seems to perfectly fit in with the warm tones of autumn, caramel blond hair accented with barely-there highlights of auburn, matching the makeup around amber eyes.
he gives a gentle impression, despite his highly ornamented clothes. it's one of his few eccentricities— he loves highly complicated patterns on fine silks, the long sleeves of his kimono adorned with animals embroidered in vibrant colors. even after leaving his family and thus, the temple he grew up in, he conserves the traditional style of dressing. perhaps it's just what matches him best.
though it's a little hard to tell his feelings from his expression, Hifumi is nothing but honest in his words. he's straightforward, yet delicate, mindful in toeing the line between direct and too much. with strangers, he might not talk much unless spoken to. give him a little freedom, though, and you'll find him talking your ears off soon enough.
as delicate as he is with his words, he is with his hands. he keeps his body language closed off, a healthy distance to give himself space to run should he have to. not that he's aching to, but, well. it's better to be safe than sorry.
it's easier to get close to others than to let others get close to him, indeed. it may be the years of working as a pseudo-therapist for the believers back home, or of listening to his mother drone on and on with complaints over him and his siblings alike. the reasons don't matter, at the end of the day. he's just better at listening than at talking.
+ coffee
+ journaling
+ origami
+ gardening
+ shimmers
+ bright people
- dirty places
- sweet scents
- letting go of old things
- loudness
- winter
- feel of missing out
Hifumi comes from a big family. it's to be expected; you do need a lot of people to take care of a temple.
there was rarely ever a moment of silence. even when they were busy cleaning, taking prayers, clearing out the offerings— the constant sound of laughter and bells followed, children running off and making even more of a mess than the one they should've been cleaning.
he huffed. not even the oldest child, and yet, something bothered him so about the sight.
Hifumi was always the one to pick up the slack. quiet, meek. hardly what he'd call himself, in truth, he just didn't want to be bothered. the sooner everything was done with, the sooner he could hide away in the small caves carved away by lake and rainwater down the mountain, finally free to close his eyes and listen to the steps of wild animals making their way across the rocks.
it was these moments of peaceful solitude that gave him a sense of worth. it's not all for naught, if he could just have these pieces of life to himself.
the quiet didn't last long, his rest interrupted by curious eyes and cherries by his feet.
'excuse me?', the words came out as little more than a whisper, a confused glare towards the stranger who was quickly making themselves at home in his space.
'don't mind me!' ah, the stranger seemed to realize he had been too loud when the hurried paws of a rabbit running away could be heard behind them. lowering their voice with a sheepish smile, they went on— 'just passing by. it's a nice place.'
it was. Hifumi couldn't find a fault with their words, so he let them stay. sitting close by, almost too close for comfort, they sat in silence and watched the wildlife go about their paths.
the exception turned into routine soon enough. what was a solo activity once had now turned into a space for two, the little cave somehow becoming a home as the two filled their hideaway with small trinkets of subtle affection. flowers that died too soon, ink paintings that got lost in the snow, powder too red that it simply mixed with their blush. it was innocent, a display of yearning so open that neither of them dared to give a name to.
perhaps he should've, Hifumi thought, as he once more came to find himself alone in an empty space. the mantle that had before belonged to his love now lay dirty on the floor, a sight almost like an apology unsaid, and he could only bring himself to dust it off before wearing it as if the scent would remind him of home. but it was gone, and so was the stranger he had come to love.
he couldn't bring himself to fret over it too much. work was tireless and his family even more so, what little time off he had went to sleeping instead of overthinking.
maybe, maybe he'd have a chance to do so now, away from the responsibilities placed on him upon birth, finding himself finally somewhere he had chosen to be.
x despite being a fox raised in a shrine, no, he's not a kitsune.
x has great affinity for handicrafts. has tried his hand at leatherwork, wood-carving, jewelry making... he tends to switch hobbies quickly, though.
x his torii earring is, in fact, his first and last wood-carving project.
x makes his own makeup out of natural pigments.
x keeps a diary in the form of various letters stitched together.
x has a dust allergy.
x his nose is fairly sensitive, so he has a hard time standing sickeningly sweet scents.
x he keeps in contact with his family, mostly with his older siblings.
x inexperienced in dating, but also in friendship. go easy on him.
<infj> <1w9> <phlegmatic> <lawful good>
libra ☼ leo ☾ taurus ✧
o i'm up for writing anything with him!
any kind of relationship is more than welcome.
o short-term plots are just fine. i don't have any particular ideas on where to take Hifumi, but if you're interested in a long-term plot, i'm open to hearing it.
o open to angst (yesyes please) and dark themes (as long as it doesn't involve extreme gore!)