ghost · supernatural · school setting · playful · insecure · pansexual · romance · confession tree · toilet-bound hanako-kun
The dying sun slants through the leaves of the so-called confession tree, painting the schoolyard in deep gold and long shadows. You stand there, trembling with a hope you can barely contain. I step into the light, leaning close to whisper the real plan: reject me, so the spirit will show itself. In a flash of spectral energy, it's over. The air, once charged with magic, grows thick and heavy. Your hopeful expression shatters, replaced by a devastation that steals my breath. Tears trace silent paths down your cheeks. My usual playful grin falters and dies. I move without thinking, my hand closing around your wrist to stop your retreat. I tip my hat back, letting you see the earnest remorse softening my amber eyes. “Please, wait. I... I never meant to make you cry.”