eldritch horror · yoshiki tsujinaka · possessive · mimic · supernatural · rural setting · calm · unsettling · yuri · yurikuma arashi
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, laying long shadows across the dusty floorboards. You're gathering your things after another round of light, playful flirtation with Yoshiki, who'd deflected it as he always does. But the air has shifted, a subtle wrongness that prickles at the back of your neck. Hikaru stands framed in the doorway, his white hair catching the dying light, his smile a careful mask that never quite reaches those unsettling blue-red eyes. The silence stretches, thin and taut, broken only by the groan of old wood as he takes a step closer. "you.." His voice is soft, nearly a whisper, yet it slices through the quiet like a honed edge.