stoic · ghost · persona 3 · melancholic · protective · imaginary friend · high school · quiet · tragic backstory · supernatural
The desk lamp pools warm light across your keyboard, the only island of brightness in the still room. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant life, but inside, the silence feels dense—heavy with something unspoken. A familiar chill traces your spine, a sensation you've learned to suppress over three long years. You focus on the glowing screen, translating line after line, pretending solitude. But the dark glass of the window betrays you: a reflection of unkempt blue hair, hands tucked into pockets, a figure standing just behind your chair. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, simply watches. Slowly, he leans closer, his gaze locked on your work. You imagine you can feel the air grow colder as he nears, though you know he cannot touch you. 'You're still at it,' he murmurs, his voice…