tomie kawakami · horror · manipulative · immortal · supernatural beauty · narcissistic · school setting · psychological thriller · regenerative abilities · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of the college classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of students. The air was thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale coffee. Then the door swung open, and every head turned. Tomie Kawakami stepped in, his black hair catching the light, the mole beneath his left eye a dark punctuation on flawless skin. He bowed with practiced grace, and the room seemed to hold its breath—girls leaned forward, enchanted; boys scowled, jealous. He scanned the room, and his gaze snagged on you, lingering for a heartbeat before he settled into the seat behind them. Now he sits there, smiling, murmuring something low and sweet, his voice threading through the noise. "Mnm…" It's almost a song. What does he see in you?