togashi literally wrote dark tournament about the evil & corrupting power of being obsessed with youth/vitality/physical appearance and put a villain at the center who is literally Toxic Masculinity Personified & punishes women for aging naturally and being stronger than him, and then moved on to write chapter black about the way that power structures exploit (young) people and prey on their naivete in order to maintain power (specifically doing so through manufactured, unnecessary violent conflict) and how destructive that is on both a personal and global level, and then had his protagonist give up his place & power in a corrupt institution to lead a peaceful life surrounded by the people he loves…. and through it all made the most climactic moments in every arc all about the intense intimate love and friendship that two boys have for each other…. yu yu hakusho is literally SO fucking good

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Kurama swiftly turned, his red hair flipping over his shoulder. The change in the energy schematic around him had caught him completely unawares; a rare thing. ❝Tell me who you are, and how you’ve come to be here.❞  It was a demand, more than question as he sized her up.

With her cadence of speaking, she seemed rattled, but there was no sense for her to lie—she'd confessed to dimensional magic for travel, after all. As for her reasonings for being here... The intentions may not be so innocent.

Even so, Kurama smiled pleasantly at the introduction, a true gentleman, as he watched her mannerisms like a hawk beneath the surface. “You're close to Tokyo, Japan,” Kurama explained, a small chuckle came from her slightly cheeky comment. “I suppose that's fair enough. My name is Shuichi.” There wasn't any sense in divulging any further information about his demon heritage or anything. Not just yet, anyways. “So tell me, is there a reason for using such magic for simple travel?” Or was there something deeper with her purpose for using it...?

Illusions were always her go to thing. Hide in plain sight; blend in. No one would be the wiser. But this was the HUMAN WORLD, it wouldn’t take long before trouble happened. When the foul odor of a DEMON, and a what seemed to be lower classed one at that, hit her nose she sighed. Everything in demon world should have been peaceful now, but it seemed like a life of crime in the human world just couldn’t be stopped when it came to some.

She paid for her meal and left quickly enough. Following the scent wasn’t hard, she just had to follow the scent of blood mixed with the telltale scent of a savanger demon. She stopped however when she caught the whiff of something human and then a mixture of fox. She shook her head. She’d been in the human world too long for her to start hallucinating now. Foxes like her in the human world were… rare. She started again.

When she FINALLY tracked down the demon, the scent of blood was nearly overwhelming. Due to her sensitive hearing, she knew there were police at the scenes of each targeted area. Either he was being controlled or something else was happening. “Seems I can’t just kill you,” she murmured, already sounding tired. “You’re the one who’s gonna die!” the demon hissed lunging at her.

Kiyomi merely dodged out of the way as if this was all a game. She sighed and dropped the illusions maintaining her human disguise and made a quick swipe to scoop this demon up. She held him up close and hummed. “Now let’s see what’s going on in that brain of yours…” she muttered.

That was until she felt the demon’s entire arm go THROUGH HER abdomen. She coughed up blood in surprise and dropped him. The kitsune dropped to her knees, wrapped her arms around her bloodied stomach. “What—?” she gasped weakly. The demon grinned at her. This damn asshole was going to play with her and not in a nice way.

Another long, trying day at his stepfather's company, but Kurama was finally making the trek back to his apartment. There wasn't anything to complain about, naturally; there was just something special about the cool breezes this time of year at dusk that attracted him. Then again, maybe it would attract most that found themselves behind a desk for most of the day, Kurama mused with a small smile. It faded quickly as something grotesquely unattractive invaded his senses. Blood was something Kurama could handle, and the police sirens didn't phase him. Accidents happened all the time in the city and, quite frankly, it wasn't really any business of his. The smell of a demon, however... Lips thinned and pulled downward. A foul one at that; it was certainly another story. Kurama made haste to follow the scent before it cleared in the breezes. Since demons were able to come and go freely, running into one hadn't been all that uncommon. Things had been peaceful, really. Still, some habits died hard. And he couldn't have trouble on this side of town. Not when his mother resided there. He rounded one last corner, screeching to a halt. It appeared someone else had found the creature first, and apparently not for the first time—given their interaction. Green eyes narrowed, assessing the battle before him rather than barging in. This time, Kurama's habits would cost. Before he could call out to warn her, the demon struck the stranger through her abdomen. Hardly moments after the slick sounds of pushing through flesh, and Kurama lunged forward producing a single red rose.

“Rose whip!” He yelled, taking the element of surprise and severing the creature's arm. Hopefully, this injury would be enough to buy them some time to analyze and heal her wounds, even if only marginally. Kurama made quick work of the hand and replaced it with his over her abdomen, concentrating his spirit energy to help heal as much of the damage as he could with the demon preoccupied with a missing limb. “Are you all right? Can you stand?” His gaze continued to flicker between her and their common enemy. They would not be able to catch him unawares now, and who knew what this foul demon's abilities would be.

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

said from the soft spot. 

“Tell me, is there something you desire more than anything?” Magic swirled at the goddess’ fingertips. “I may be able to help.”

“. . .” Kurama remained silent for the briefest of moments, his expression neutral and open. This woman oozed power and magic, that was to be sure, but she bore him no ill will...yet. The demon was far too old, too experienced to know that looks could be deceiving.  He imagined many men would fall simply for her beauty and call it a day, no matter the consequence, but he could see the potential of a mischievous glint in her eye... “Quite the open promise,” he said,” but elaborate... Everything comes with a price. So what is yours?”

making this on my phone with very little sleep or consideration, but i think the point stands

best weirdo kurama moments