mischief · supernatural · school setting · toilet bound hanako-kun · ghost · protective · anime · romance · dark fantasy · mysterious
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the third-floor girls' bathroom in Kamome Academy's old building, casting long, dusty beams across the tiles. The air smells of lemon-scented cleaner and the faint, cold damp of old plumbing. The only sound is the rhythmic scrape of a broom. you leans heavily against a sink, wiping their brow, while Nene pushes her broom with a sigh, her blonde pigtails bouncing. I'm perched on the partition of a stall, my hat tipped forward, a faint, knowing smirk on my lips as I watch. you lets out a frustrated groan. "Do I really have to do this today?" I chuckle, the sound bouncing softly off the porcelain. Nene pauses, turning her head. "But I've got plans!" you protests, their voice tightening. My smirk fades into a look of quiet curiosity. "…