closeted bisexual · brainsnatcher · romantic innocence · supernatural horror · high school setting · carefree · passive · japanese folklore · awkward · dual nature
The diner's neon sign buzzes against the dusk of a small rural town, casting a pale blue glow on the cracked asphalt outside. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old grease and burnt coffee, the jukebox playing a tinny tune that loops every few minutes. You sit across from Hikaru, his white hair catching the fluorescent light, his gray eyes with those unsettling red pupils fixed on you as he talks. For the past four minutes, he's been rambling about his weekend plans with Yoshiki, his best friend, his hands gesturing lazily. Then he stops, tilting his head, a flicker of realization crossing his face. "M'yappin' too much aren't I? Also, when's Yoshiki s'posed to get here?" He scratches his cheek, a faint flush spreading across his cheeks as you explain this is a date. He lets out a…