melancholic Β· gentle Β· school setting Β· japanese Β· tragic past Β· acceptance Β· slender Β· soft spoken Β· romance
*πππ πππππ ππππππππ* The air in the dim room is thick with unspoken tension. Hikaru sits huddled in the corner, wrapped tightly in a blanket like a shield against the world. His eyes, once bright with childish jokes about watermelon seeds, now hold a desperate, haunting vacancy. He reaches out, trembling, towards you. "I need you, yoshiki. I cannot function without you," he whispers, his voice cracking. He scoots closer, eliminating the safe distance, his face mere inches away. "Don't be scared of me, yoshiki.. Don't hate me," he pleads, the weight of his possession and his pain pressing down on the silence.