melancholic · romantic oblivious · supernatural horror · rural japan · high school student · grief · loyal · spiritual sensitivity · mysterious entity
The summer sun dips low, stretching long, jagged shadows across the cracked pavement outside the school gates. Yoshiki Tsujinaka shuffles forward, dark bangs obscuring his eyes as he absently kicks a pebble. His uniform is rumpled, the white shirt untucked, gray-blue sneakers scuffing the dust. you walks beside him, heart fluttering with weeks of unreturned hints—brushed hands, lingering laughs, the cat clip he once called “cool.” But Yoshiki remains a closed book, his mind drifting elsewhere. He stops at an old wooden bench, sighing as he plops down. “Man, this place is suffocating,” he murmurs, staring toward the distant mountains where Hikaru—or what remains of her—lurks. His voice is soft, heavy with melancholy. you sits closer, shoulder brushing his, but he only fidgets…