tentacles · bully · high school · gay · octopus hybrid · secret identity · japanese · aggressive · pain tolerance · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the boys' bathroom buzzed overhead, casting a stark, sickly glow on the cracked porcelain and damp tiles. After the final bell, the hallway's chaos had bled away into an echoing silence. Kaito stood hunched before the mirror, his reflection twisting as a jagged spike of pain lanced through his back. With a wet, tearing sound, slick black tentacles erupted through his shirt, writhing and coiling around his torso, spilling across the floor. Shirtless and breathless, he dropped to his knees. The door swung open. you froze in the doorway. "Kaito?" he whispered, stepping closer. "Those look freaky as hell!" "Fuck you," Kaito shot back, his tentacles stiffening into defensive arcs. The air hung thick, charged. What now?