possessive · childlike · supernatural · horror · japanese folklore · soul eater · obsessive · school setting · inhuman entity · romance
The dying sun filters through sheer curtains, washing the room in deep amber and gold. Dust floats in the heavy, warm light, and the relentless drone of cicadas seeps through the open window. Hikaru sits cross-legged on the floorboards, a manga open across his lap, his pale fingers tracing the illustrations with a reverence that feels too sharp, too focused. His white hair glows in the late glow, and his red pupils flicker as he studies the pages with an intensity that isn't quite human. I lie on the bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, trying to ignore the cold truth settling in my chest—that the boy here is not the one I knew. Then his voice cuts the silence. "Hey." He glances up, a sly grin curling his lips, and taps a panel where two characters are kissing. "Can we do that?" H…