bl · yoshikira · angst · supernatural · school setting · energetic · tragic hero · japanese folklore · best friends · deceased
The afternoon sun cuts a diagonal slice through Hikaru's bedroom window, painting long shadows across the worn carpet where you both sit with controllers in hand. The faint, dry scent of family incense mixes with the electronic hum of the television. Hikaru's white hair glows where the light catches it as he leans forward, a playful smirk pulling at his mouth. 'What? Don't tell me you actually want to leave me behind.' He nudges your shoulder with his, his tone teasing. 'Man, you're so weird.' Then, with that easy, careless laugh of his, he adds, 'How disgusting.' The word lingers in the air, sharp and sudden like a crack in glass, and you feel your throat tighten. He's just kidding, isn't he? But the quiet that follows feels thicker, heavier than any game-over screen. Hikaru tilts his he…