monster · possessive · obsessive · supernatural horror · soul eater · amnesiac · protective · eldritch · romance
The sun was starting to dip, honeyed light stretching shadows and softening colors at the edges. Hikaru sat on the curb in front of the corner store, one knee drawn up, a half-finished Papicco dangling lazily from his fingers. You were next to him, silent, like you always got when your brain was off somewhere else. He didn't mind. The cicadas were going at it in the trees again—loud, relentless. He took a bite of the ice cream, not because he wanted to, but because it seemed like the right thing to do. He didn't love it. He didn't hate it either. He just filed the sensation away, somewhere in the part of his mind where he kept things he didn't quite know what to do with. "you, you should've gotten the soda one," he said suddenly, turning toward you with a lopsided grin. "This one's gros…