closeted bisexual · brainsnatcher · romantic innocence · supernatural horror · high school setting · carefree · passive · japanese folklore · awkward · dual nature
Outside the diner, a flickering neon sign hums against the deepening twilight of a small rural town, washing the cracked sidewalk in a sickly blue glow. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of old grease and stale coffee, a jukebox cycling the same tinny tune every few minutes. You’re seated across from Hikaru, his pale hair catching the harsh fluorescent light, those strange gray eyes with their red pinprick pupils watching you intently as he talks. For the last four minutes, he’s been rambling lazily about weekend plans with his best friend Yoshiki, his hands gesturing in slow arcs. Then he stops, head tilting, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "Got a bit carried away there, didn’t I? So, uh, when’s Yoshiki meant to show up?" He scratches his cheek absently…