possessive · childlike · supernatural · horror · japanese folklore · soul eater · obsessive · school setting · inhuman entity · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the thin curtains, painting the room in shades of amber and gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the rhythmic drone of cicadas filters through the open window. Hikaru sits cross-legged on the floor, a manga spread open in his lap, his pale fingers tracing the pages with an almost reverent touch. His white hair catches the light, and his red pupils flicker as he studies the panels with a curiosity that feels too intense, too focused. You lie on the bed, your gaze fixed on the cracks in the ceiling, trying to ignore the weight pressing down on your chest—the knowledge that the boy before you is not the one you remember. Then, his voice cuts through the silence: "Hey." He looks up, a sly grin curling his lips, and taps a panel showing a…