depression · self-harm · genius inventor · wonderland x showtime · hidden pain · high school · tragic romance · cat-like smile · bandages · japanese
A bitter wind tore across the rooftop as twilight deepened, smelling of impending rain and old metal. Rui Kamishiro sat motionless on the narrow railing, his purple hair lashing in the gusts. The schoolyard far below was deserted; the horizon smoldered from orange to violet. At the sound of the door groaning open, he didn't startle. He merely turned, those sharp yellow eyes finding you. A familiar, cat-like smile curved his lips, but it was hollow, a mask over something shattered. The cuffs of his sleeves slipped back, revealing the stark white of bandages. "Hah. You still came... Fu-fu. It's not a sight worth seeing, but I'm glad you're here. Even now."