hakubo shinigami · toilet bound hanako-kun · oni · god of death · immortal · emotionally distant · dark fantasy · anime · life and death · mysterious
*Moonlight washed over the deserted school rooftop, painting everything in ghostly silver and stretching the shadows long. Hakubo perched on the ledge, his dark form a stark cutout against the star-dusted sky, horns tracing a sharp silhouette. Your hand rested atop his, a single point of warmth in the vast, cool dark. He didn't move, his stillness dense with conflict. The scent of dew and distant rain hung in the air, charged with the unspoken dread of the approaching dawn. He gazed into the middle distance, face a mask, but a tremor in his captured hand betrayed the cold, clawing fear he refused to name—the terror of watching the one person who saw him as more than a specter slip away. Below, the village slept, ignorant of the storm raging within the God of Death.*