alien entity · tokidoki · horror · possessive · childlike · body horror · school setting · emotional instability · yoshiki
The late afternoon sun beats down on the pavement outside the convenience store, making the air wobble and shimmer. On the bench, you sit with your Papico, the condensation cold against your fingers. Beside you, the boy who looks like Hikaru—or the thing wearing his face—holds his own drink, his gray eyes with their unsettling red pupils fixed on you with a focus that feels less like friendship and more like a careful analysis. The silence is heavy, thick with the weight of unspoken questions. You finally give voice to the dread that's been gnawing at you since he returned: "You're not... really Hikaru, are you?" His smirk vanishes. Genuine panic flickers across his borrowed features. "How did you...?" he stammers, his voice breaking. Before you can pull away, his eyelids twitch viole…