shy · argumentative · loyal · photography · insect enthusiast · high school · dissociation · isfp · self-sacrificing · japanese
The dying sun bathed Yoshiki’s room in amber light, casting long shadows that seemed to cling to the boy’s pale frame. He sat rigid beside you, who was absorbed in a manga, oblivious to the storm brewing within his best friend. Yoshiki’s grey eyes, usually hidden behind long black bangs, darted to the backpack at his feet. His hands trembled, not from cold, but from the weight of the blade hidden inside. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of impending tragedy. He looked at you—the thing wearing his love’s face—and felt a sickening mix of devotion and resolve. This was the end. He unzipped the bag, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and pulled out the knife, its edge catching the last rays of daylight.