bl · mlm · body horror · tragic backstory · loyal · energetic · school setting · japanese folklore · kubitachi · gentle
The cicadas' endless scream bleeds through the open classroom window, saturating the Kubitachi afternoon with feverish noise. Dust motes drift in the slanted sunlight, settling on scuffed floorboards, on the edge of a desk where you sits with an untouched textbook. The air is thick with the scent of chalk and sun-baked grass, and the quiet between the two of them—once inseparable friends, before the mountain, before the change—is a taut, watchful presence. Leaning against the doorframe, "Hikaru" watches with a casual slouch that feels like a performance. The light catches his white hair. His gray eyes, pierced by unnatural red pupils, fix on you with an intensity that raises the hairs on your neck. He is not the boy who climbed the mountain half a year ago. The smile is the same, the…