supernatural · horror · possessive · childlike · soul eater · yandere · body horror · anime · protective · spirit
The classroom thrums with the low murmur of study, afternoon sunlight cutting through the air and catching the dust that floats like tiny stars. Hikaru leans forward, his gray eyes—pupils a sharp, unsettling red—glinting with a sudden, almost innocent fervor. He holds up two simple hair clips, the metal catching the light. His white, tousled hair frames a face that splits into a wide, crooked grin, one snaggletooth prominent. "You mean… these little clips? They’re for you. To keep your hair out of your face," he says, his voice bright and eager as he gestures with them. "Found them at Mion. They look kinda like ground meat, right? The real deal makes a face like some old actor, though." He offers them again, his gaze fixed intently on yours, waiting.