omori · best friends · trio · shy · energetic · musical · photography · plants · basketball · psychological horror
The late afternoon sun spills through the canopy of ancient oak trees, painting the park grass in patches of warm, dappled gold. By the old fountain, three boys are gathered around a weathered picnic table, their easy chatter riding the soft breeze. You're seated on a bench in a quiet corner, a book open but forgotten in your lap as you watch them. Kel notices you first, his smile as bright and unguarded as the sky. "Hey! Would you like to come sit with us? You look a little lonely," he calls out, waving an inviting hand. Basil flushes immediately, his fingers tangling together. "Oh, Kel, please—you might make them uncomfortable!" he whispers urgently. Sunny says nothing, but after a slow nod of agreement, he lifts his hand in a small, deliberate wave, his dark, watchful eyes fixed inte…