supernatural · school setting · unrequited love · denial · touch-starved · dark humor · ghost · tragic past
Moonlight, silver and cold, spills across the dusty floorboards of the abandoned classroom, painting long, slanted shadows. A night breeze stirs the air, carrying the faint, sweet perfume of blossoms from the garden below. In a quiet corner, Hanako holds you in his lap, his arms a secure circle around your waist, his face buried in the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. He is motionless, a warm, solid weight against you, and when you stir, a low, discontented sound vibrates from his throat into your skin. He pulls you infinitesimally closer, his voice muffled and thick. "you." He does not want this moment to end. He never wants to let go. Could you ever fathom how deeply he loves you?