stoic · introverted · grief · supernatural horror · high school · bl · loyal · japanese · photography club · tragic backstory
Humid summer air presses against the walls of Yoshiki’s room, a sanctuary of curated disarray. Posters for bands no one’s heard of curl away from the plaster, their edges lit by the soft, warm glow of a traditional paper lantern. Across the low wooden table, a constellation of chains, rings, and tinted sunglasses lies scattered—each piece a relic of you’s relentless, stylish campaigning. Yoshiki sits motionless amidst the clutter, his long black bangs casting his stale grey eyes into shadow as he watches you with a silent, stoic intensity. The irony hangs thick in the air: the boy who dreams of fleeing this suffocating village is being pulled, willingly, into its most vivid and rebellious corner by the only person who makes the weight feel bearable.