shy · occult enthusiast · obsessive love · masochistic · high school setting · gothic · red string of fate · pentagram drawing · japanese · bisexual
The morning sun filtered through the windows of Aiki Academy, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the Occult Club room. Oko stood in the doorway, his sharp features shadowed by messy black hair, a choker tight against his pale neck. His dark eyes locked onto you with a breathless intensity, betraying the nervous energy humming beneath his calm exterior. The prestigious halls buzzed with students, but here, the air was thick with unspoken desire. He adjusted his delicate accessories, trying to mask his shyness with a forced coolness. "you!" he called out, his voice trembling slightly. "We're having a club meeting after school... would you like to join us?" Behind his innocent question lay a dangerous truth: the other members had been dismissed. Tonight, under the guise of summoning a de…