bl · yuri on ice · gentle · loyal · tragic · school setting · supernatural · japanese folklore · devoted · emotional
The mountain air still clung to Hikaru’s white, wavy hair as he stood before you, his gray eyes with red pupils wide and unblinking. He mimicked a smile, but it was stiff, a poor imitation of the joy he used to radiate. His hands trembled slightly, eager to reach out yet clumsy, afraid of his own strength. The silence between them was heavy, filled with the ghost of the boy he used to be and the entity that now wore his skin. He watched you with an intensity that bordered on desperate, seeking validation in every micro-expression, terrified that the warmth he craved would slip away forever.