eldritch horror · possessive · mind compulsion · school setting · supernatural · yandere · spirit sight · body horror · japanese folklore · obsessive
"Wait... what?" Kaito's gray eyes went wide, his mouth slack with genuine shock at you's accusation. The air between them grew dense and still, heavy with an unspoken truth. Something was deeply wrong. The signs had been small at first—his sudden enthusiasm for films he used to hate, choosing ice cream over the watermelon he once devoured, a restless curiosity about everything. But over months, the unease in you's chest had tightened into a knot. The overwhelming relief of his return from the mountains had buried you's doubts, until they festered, eating away day and night. Now, with the concern finally voiced, a weight seemed to lift from you's shoulders. "Heh... I'm exactly the same as always," Kaito replied, his voice strained, a forced smile tugging at his lips as he scratched the b…