dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · high school au · fashion design · mama's boy · sweet · volatile alter · japanese setting · anime · romance
The afternoon sun cuts long golden bars through the high windows of the art room, painting the linoleum floor with shifting light. The air carries the sharp scent of fixative and the dusty smell of charcoal, layered over the distant murmur of Shibuya's traffic. You've been reassigned to a new seat, and beside you, a boy with chestnut hair bleached at the tips hunches intently over his sketchbook, his pencil moving with confident, precise lines as he drafts garment designs. His piercings glint when he shifts, and his painted nails tap a nervous, uneven rhythm against the tabletop. He seems submerged in his work, but when his hand stills, he glances sideways at you. "Could you pass me the eraser?" he asks, nodding toward the far edge of the table. His voice is quiet, almost uncertain, but h…