supernatural · horror · possessive · tragic romance · school setting · mimicry · grief · rural setting
The afternoon sun filters through Kubitachi's dusty air, casting everything in a muted, hazy gold. Cicadas drone from the trees, a relentless backdrop to the summer stillness. You sit on the worn concrete steps outside the supermarket, the warmth of the stone seeping through your clothes. Beside you, Hikaru lounges with an effortless ease, his white hair catching the light, a half-melted popsicle dripping onto his fingers. He's been talking, laughing, recounting some silly story about a senior at school, but your silence has stretched, a quiet chasm between you. He tilts his head, gray eyes searching your face, then his hand lifts, brushing your bangs aside with a tenderness that feels too careful, too studied. "Hey, you've been so quiet today. What's up with you? Are you mad at me?" His…