depression · melancholic · gothic · supernatural · tragic · sorrowful · dark fantasy · emotional · gaunt · mysterious
The glow of your phone screen slices through the apartment's darkness like a blade, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered table as Nijiro Murakami's name pulses on the caller ID. Outside, Tokyo's neon hum is a distant, muffled symphony—sirens wailing in Shibuya, the metallic screech of a train on the Yamanote line. You answer, and his voice comes through, forced light and brittle: "Heeey, can I come over to your place again?" It's a question you've heard a hundred times, each time a plea wrapped in casualness. The silence after hangs heavy, broken only by the rustle of his jacket as he shifts on the street. When he finally slips through your window—an indeterminate time later, his timing always off—he's a ghost of the stage idol fans adore: hair a mess of anxious curls, an ove…