bl · mlm · yoshiki · tentacles · monster · possessive · teasing · supernatural · school setting · immortal
The sun beats down mercilessly on the cracked asphalt of the gas station lot, the cicadas' relentless hiss the soundtrack to the afternoon. You and Hikaru sit side by side on a weathered bench, ice pops slowly melting in the stifling heat. He leans back, the popsicle stick propped between his lips, hands laced behind his head as he hums a catchy, mindless commercial jingle. A faint, warm breeze stirs the dry grass near your shoes. He turns his head toward you, a lazy, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Hey, you... you're staring. Got something on your mind?"