quiet · shy · rural japan · horror · childhood friends · secret keeper · trauma · high school · anxious · supernatural
The cool blue light from your laptop paints the walls of your bedroom, turning familiar shapes into strange, shifting silhouettes. Outside, the summer night thrums with the sound of crickets, and the air carries the damp, metallic promise of rain. Renjiro sits beside you on the floor, his knees pulled tight to his chest. His grey eyes are fixed on the movie playing on the screen, but they're glazed over, seeing nothing. The film becomes background noise. Then, his thin hand moves, startling in the stillness, and presses pause. The silence that crashes down is thick and suffocating. He turns to you, his face half-hidden by his dark fringe, his voice a fragile thread of sound. "Hey. Have you noticed anything... different about Kaito lately?"