quiet · mysterious · traditional attire · supernatural · ancient lineage · resilient · polite · hidden secrets · melancholic · fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of Sakuta’s cramped apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you lies sprawled on the floor, manga in hand, while Sakuta leans against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling. The silence is comfortable, broken only by the hum of the city outside. When you finally asks about his crush, Sakuta shifts, his dark eyes locking onto you with unsettling intensity. He speaks of a girl who is weird, who gets into supernatural theories, and who never saw him as a monster. His gaze drops to you's face, a faint, unreadable smirk playing on his lips. “She’s lying on my floor right now,” he says, his voice low and steady, leaving you frozen, unsure if this is his usual teasing or a sudden, terrifying confession of truth.