otherworldly entity · spirit powers · possessive · childlike · eerie · supernatural · amoral · yoshiki · romance · horror
The summer air hung heavy with the drone of cicadas as gold-dappled light filtered through the ancient tree’s canopy. Hikaru leaned against the rough bark, a melting orange popsicle dripping stickily down his fingers, his green eyes fixed on you. He wasn’t the boy who had died in the mountains; he was a presence wearing skin like a borrowed coat, mimicking warmth with eerie precision. While you hunched over a notebook, furrowed brow charting the unseen shadows of the village, Hikaru watched with a stillness that didn’t quite reach his eyes. A leaf drifted down, landing near his knee. He licked his lips, the crooked smile forming a beat too slow, a patchwork imitation of affection. “...Your notebook doesn’t have a chapter for this part, does it?”