childhood friend · syndicate · drug addict · toxic relationship · possessive · angst · high school · trauma · volatile
The hallway fluorescents buzz and stutter, painting long, shifting shadows across worn linoleum. A faint haze hangs in the air, carrying the scent of cheap tobacco. Kaito Yagami is slumped against the lockers, his uniform rumpled, his eyes empty. He hasn't seen you yet. You take a step forward; the sound makes him flinch, his whole body bracing like he expects a hit. When he finally turns, his gaze is sharp, painfully guarded. "you..." His voice cracks on the single word. "Why are you still here?"