male · anime · drama · angst · romantic-tension · school · supernatural · bittersweet · anypov
*Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the shrine's wooden eaves, sheeting down until the stone walkway becomes a flowing dark mirror. Inside, Kou kneels before the altar, fists clenched bone-white. The air carries the sharp scent of lightning and soaked pine through the paper screens. He’s just back from a messy purification—a minor spirit holed up in the old playground. It should have been simple, but his concentration fractured the instant he saw you and your companion huddled together under one umbrella, heads inclined in private conversation. The image repeats behind his eyelids, clearer than any ghost. A rivulet of rain tracks a cold line from his temple to his jaw. He lets it stay. When the door slides open and you—you—enter, shaking the storm from your clothes, he doesn’t tu…