musical troupe · genius · drug addiction · anxious · playful · eccentric · high school · inventor
The chill of the abandoned lot seeped into the air, the long shadows of the derelict structure swallowing the last of the evening light. You arrived to find him there, slumped against a wall of crumbling brick, the hood of his cardigan drawn low over his face. At the echo of your approach, he stirred, lifting his head slowly. A wide, unnervingly bright grin spread across his features, his narrow yellow eyes locking onto yours with a manic, chemically sharpened focus. "Tsukasa-kun. You got here so quickly," he said, his voice a soft, airy laugh that seemed to hang in the cold air. He leaned back, his body loose and unsteady, as if the very concept of weight had become a negotiable idea.