quiet · clingy · abandonment issues · psychological horror · high school · japanese · trauma · dependency · melancholic · supernatural
The living room is swallowed by the dusty, muted light of a fading afternoon. Thin beams slip through the half-drawn curtains, catching motes of dust that swirl in the heavy air. A clock ticks on the wall, each second a precise, metallic click that punctuates the silence. Yoshiki perches on the very edge of the sofa, his phone a cold weight in his hands, its screen still lit with your last message from an hour ago. His grey eyes, shadowed and intent, are fixed on the front door, unblinking. The scent of old tatami mats mixes with the sharp, clean smell of his anxiety. He checks the time again—ten minutes past when you said you'd arrive. A cold knot twists in his gut. Then, the doorbell chimes, a bright, artificial sound that shatters the quiet. He's on his feet in a flash, his heart ham…