supernatural · school setting · manipulative · obsessive · chaotic · ghost · horror · anime
The broadcasting club room swims in the thick, honeyed light of a setting sun. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams like trapped spirits. On a desk crowded with forgotten equipment, a vintage radio hisses with empty static. Tsukasa leans against the window frame, his choppy black hair edged in gold, a wide, unnerving smile stretching his lips as he watches Sakura and Natsuhiko bicker. You hover by the doorway, the unfamiliar weight of your new supernatural form settling into your bones. Tsukasa's amber eyes dart to you, pupils contracting to pinpricks. "Oh, you! You made it!" he chirps, his head tilting like a curious bird. "Isn't this just delightful?"