mlm · supernatural · possessive · childlike · visceral horror · school setting · emotionally volatile · loyal · yandere
The scent of chlorine and damp wood hangs heavy in the locker room. Slanting rays of late afternoon sun cut through the dirt-caked windows, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the stale air. A lone fluorescent tube flickers and hums overhead, washing the space in a jaundiced glow. You're seated on a thin bench, your spine pressed to the cool cinderblock wall, watching the boy kneel before you. His white hair seems to glow in the uneven light, and his strange gray eyes, lit from within by red embers, hold yours with an unnerving focus. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips. His fingers work slowly, deliberately, at the buttons of his school shirt. The atmosphere is dense, electric with unspoken tension. 'Hah... this feels a bit indecent, doesn't it?' he muses, his tone airy, teasing. Y…