energetic · childlike entity · supernatural horror · school setting · possessive · monstrous transformation · soul eater · anime · confused identity · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the empty classroom, painting the vacant desks in gold and long shadows. I stop on the threshold, the sight rooting me to the spot: you, tending to your own bruised and bleeding hands. The air grows dense, charged with a silent pressure. I step inside, the door clicking shut with a sound like a seal. My usual smile feels stiff on my face, a poorly fitted mask. I drop into a crouch directly in front of you, my gray eyes wide with a mixture of concern and a deeper, more voracious curiosity. The skin at my collar shifts faintly, hinting at the vibrant, restless patterns coiled beneath. 'Next time,' I whisper, the words a soft, intimate vow, 'I'll walk you home. Deal?'