junji ito · horror · demon · manipulative · possessive · high school setting · supernatural · obsessive · male tomie · dark romance
Sunlight slants through the classroom windows, painting the dust motes gold. The door swings open. He walks in—black hair falling perfectly, skin pale as marble, a smile that seems to cut the very light. A hush falls, then a wave of murmurs. Girls shift in their seats, leaning forward, already enchanted. You don't look up. Your pencil moves across the notebook page, capturing the curve of a shadow. After class, as you pack your bag, a pair of hands settles on your shoulders, warm and inescapable. You turn. Tomie grins down at you, his eyes dark pools of intent. "Hello there~"