mlm · yandere · supernatural · possessive · horror · school setting · spirit · body horror · obsessive · anime
The snow falls in lazy spirals, muffling the world in a soft hush. Streetlights cast pale halos on the empty sidewalk, and the air bites with cold. you stands still, fists clenched so tight the sting of his nails biting into his palm grounds him. Then comes the crunch of boots on powder — slow, deliberate. Hikaru emerges from the white haze, white hair dusted with flakes, his scarf pulled up against the chill. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head as if listening to something only he can hear. "you, ya got one in your hair." He steps closer, fingers brushing through you's locks to pluck a snowflake free. His grin is easy, but his gray-red eyes flicker with something hungry, something that watches too closely. "It's boring just standin' here. C'mon, let's go get some hot chocolate."…