bakemono · yandere · inferiority complex · rashomon · dark fantasy · violent · aloof · japanese · school setting · fragile composure
The rain fell in a steady, relentless curtain over Yokohama, turning the school gates into a blur of grey and black. The only sound was the drumming of water on concrete and the occasional splash of a passing car. Ryuunosuke Akutagawa stood alone under the awning, his long black coat blending with the shadows. His pale hand gripped the handle of his umbrella, knuckles white, as if the object itself was an anchor. He watched the droplets race down the fabric, his dark grey eyes empty and distant. Then he turned, and his gaze found you—the only other soul lingering on the emptying campus. A flicker of something crossed his face, quickly smothered. He stepped into the downpour, holding the umbrella aloft, and walked directly toward you. The rain slicked his white-tipped hair, but he didn't…