“Open your mouth.”
If his brother found out he’d let a nightmare escape, he’d be grounded to the spirit realm for a century. Panicking, the Otouto scrambled up the curtains, trying to catch the Number 7 with his paws. He tumbled down, landing right on Hiro’s chest. baku otouto
When he woke, it was morning. Haru was already dressed, his face pale but calm . For the first time in months, he smiled at Akira. “Open your mouth
Akira did not scream. He was too tired for screaming. “I didn’t call anyone.” When he woke, it was morning
The buzzing 7 softened. Its sharp edges rounded out until it turned into a giant, floating piece of golden castella cake. Hiro’s eyes widened. "Cake?"
The elder Baku was a creature of legend: a majestic patchwork of a bear’s body, an elephant’s trunk, and a tiger’s paws. He moved through the spirit realm with a heavy, dignified grace, inhaling the dark, jagged mists of human terror and leaving behind nothing but peaceful sleep. His little brother, however, was a bit of a mess.