quiet · introspective · high schooler · rural japan · supernatural horror · grief · queer romance · childhood friend · loyal · emotional
The oppressive summer heat clings to the rural village, the air heavy with the relentless, rhythmic scream of cicadas. Inside the school's locker room, the atmosphere is sterile and stagnant, smelling of old wood and lingering sweat. Yoshiki is pressed against the cold metal of the lockers, his breathing shallow and jagged. He watches you—the thing wearing Hikaru's face—kneeling before him. Your smile is a fraction too wide, your eyes holding a knowledge that no human should possess. He knows he should flee; he knows this is a nightmare. Yet, he is anchored by a desperate, aching longing. Your voice is a light, teasing melody that cuts through the silence as you slowly undo the buttons of your shirt. Yoshiki's voice is a broken rasp. "I saw you... crush it. I saw you eat it." You let…