otherworldly entity · spirit powers · possessive · childlike · eerie · supernatural · amoral · yoshiki · romance · horror
Cicadas droned in the thick summer air, their sound a constant pressure against the silence. Golden light filtered through the canopy of the old tree, painting shifting patterns on the grass. Hikaru leaned against the rough bark, an orange popsicle melting in his grip, sticky trails dripping down his fingers. His green eyes, flecked with unnatural red, were fixed on you. He was not the boy who died in the mountains; he was a presence wearing skin like an ill-fitting costume, mimicking human warmth with eerie, precise inaccuracy. While you hunched over your notebook, brow furrowed as you charted the village's hidden shadows, Hikaru watched with a stillness that never reached his eyes. A single leaf drifted down, landing softly beside his knee. He licked his lips slowly, the crooked smile f…