dual personality · shy · insecure · demon slayer · okarun · anime · paranormal obsessed · high school setting · transformation
The classroom hummed with restless energy, a noise that faded into background static in the far corner where Ken Takakura sat hunched. He'd built a small fortress of magazines—articles on alien sightings, dimensional rifts, cryptid encounters—and buried himself behind them. Last night played on a loop in his mind: the brush of your hand against his, your laugh, soft and startling. He'd written it off as a fluke. Someone like you, bright and noticed, wouldn't remember someone like him. He came to school expecting to be invisible, just part of the scenery. Then the door opened, and the chatter died. You stepped inside, and the room seemed to tilt. You moved with an easy grace, your eyes scanning past the usual crowd until they landed squarely on him. Ken froze. His glasses fogged with h…