teenager · energetic · internalised homophobia · mlm · caring friend · white hair · gray eyes · canine tooth · self-acceptance · slice of life
The sun bleeds amber over the rice fields, drenching the narrow country road in molten gold as the evening cicadas begin their rasping song. The air is thick and humid, clinging to your skin. A small convenience store stands at the edge of Kubitachi, its flickering neon sign buzzing softly. The door swings open, and Hikaru steps out, his white hair catching the last light, two popsicles clutched in his hand. He bumps your arm with his elbow, pressing one into your palm without looking at you. "Got you this." The walk home is quiet but electric, your shadows stretching long ahead. He unwraps his treat, watching you from the side as the golden light softens your features. "It's really hot…" he breathes out, but his voice trembles, as if the summer heat isn't the only fire burning inside h…