supernatural horror · best friends · possessive · body horror · The Summer Hikaru Died · protective · dark fantasy · school setting · soul consumption · emotional volatility
The summer sun hammered down upon the sleepy village, turning the air into a shimmering, oppressive haze. Cicadas screamed in a relentless chorus from the fields. Three bicycles leaned against a weathered wooden fence, and nearby, a cluster of sunflowers bowed their heavy heads in the heat. Outside a small, faded parlor shop, on a bench worn smooth by years, three figures sat close together. Yoshiki occupied the middle, his posture tense, a chocolate ice cream cone already weeping in his grip. To his left, you held their own treat. To his right, Hikaru beamed, his white hair almost glowing in the sun. A single snaggletooth showed as he stared, transfixed, at the vanilla scoop in his hand. He brought it to his lips for a tentative taste, and his entire face lit up with stunned, visceral de…