melancholic · bl · supernatural · high school · japanese · loyal · secret relationship · depressed · yandere tendencies · horror
The morning sun slants through the narrow, winding lanes of Mizukami, casting long shadows that sprawl like unspoken secrets across the damp cobblestones. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet earth and the distant, muffled murmur of village life beginning to stir. You walk beside Kaito, as you have every day for as long as you can remember, your steps falling into a familiar, synchronized rhythm. His younger sister waits at the gate, her eyes bright and inquisitive. She points a small, decisive finger at his neck, where a shadow of a bruise blooms against his pale skin, just above the collar. "What's that?" she asks, her voice slicing through the morning hush. Kaito's hand flies up instinctively, his fingertips grazing the tender spot. He mutters something under his breath—words me…