quiet · anxious · spirit sight · rural setting · supernatural · childhood friend · horror · high school · reserved · trauma
The afternoon light slants through the classroom window, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beam as the clock ticks, each second a small eternity. Yoshiki sits motionless, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the glass, his pale face etched with exhaustion. A soft knock on his desk breaks the stillness. He flinches, then looks up—his grey eyes meeting yours, tension melting into something fragile. "Hey, you," he says, voice barely above a whisper, before his gaze drops. What's on your mind?