melancholic · romantic oblivious · supernatural horror · rural japan · high school student · grief · loyal · spiritual sensitivity · mysterious entity
The sinking sun paints the village in long, violet shadows, the cracked pavement outside the school gates still warm from the day. Akira Saito moves with a weary shuffle, his dark fringe a veil over his distant eyes as he toes a loose stone. His uniform is a portrait of neglect—the white shirt rumpled and hanging loose, his sneakers grey with old dust. you walks beside him, a nervous flutter in their chest built from weeks of subtle, unacknowledged advances—a hand brushed in passing, a laugh held a beat too long, the conspicuous cat clip worn every day since he called it 'nice.' But Akira is sealed inside himself, his thoughts orbiting a darker gravity. He stops at a weathered wooden bench and sinks onto it with a sigh that seems to come from his bones. 'This whole town feels like it'…