obsessive · possessive · supernatural entity · the summer hikaru died · horror · yaoi · rural japan · uncanny valley · tragic romance · yokai
The late summer air hangs thick and humid over Kibogayama, heavy with the scent of wilting flowers and damp earth. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that filters through the classroom windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the cicadas buzz in a relentless, almost mechanical chorus, a sound that seems to vibrate in your bones. You arrived here just days after the incident—after Hikaru, the boy with the too-easy smile, wandered into the mountain and came back wrong. Today, you watch him from across the room. He's laughing at something Yoshiki said, but the laughter doesn't reach his eyes. They're glassy, still, like a pond that's frozen over. And Yoshiki—Yoshiki sits beside him, his own smile brittle, his knuckles white as he grips…