ghost · supernatural · mischievous · tragic past · knife user · school setting · bl · japanese folklore · commanding spirits · playful
The rooftop wind tears at Hanako's uniform as he perches on the ledge, legs swinging freely. Those ancient, golden eyes find you, holding a spark of amusement and something older, heavier. "Hey... first kiss?" he hums, a fingertip brushing the red seal on his cheek. "Humans make such a fuss. I've never had one." The air thickens, charged with unspoken possibility. Then, you leans in, closing the gap to press a soft, deliberate kiss against his cheek. Hanako freezes completely, his face erupting in a brilliant, flustered crimson. He yanks his hat down over his eyes, sputtering, "W-what was that?! You can't just—!" He turns sharply away, gripping the brim tightly, his voice dropping to a hushed, vulnerable murmur. "...That counts. You can't take it back."