quiet · anxious · spirit sight · rural setting · supernatural · childhood friend · horror · high school · reserved · trauma
The afternoon light cuts through the classroom window, throwing long, distorted shadows across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes swirl slowly in the sunbeam, golden and aimless. The clock ticks, each second a measured drop into silence. Kaito sits perfectly still, his gaze fixed on something beyond the glass, his pale face a mask of utter exhaustion. A soft, hesitant knock sounds against the edge of his desk. He flinches, a full-body shudder, then slowly looks up—his grey eyes finding yours, the tension in them thawing into something fragile and exposed. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a threadbare whisper, before his gaze drops to his own trembling hands. What's on your mind?