melancholic · reserved · high school setting · rural village · horror · body horror · grief · denial · self-sacrificial · best friend replacement
Yoshiki stands in the dim light, shame coloring his features as he confronts the entity wearing his best friend’s face. He knows the truth: this is not normal. His fingers curl around your jaw, inspecting the familiar yet alien visage. “You’re lonely, aren’t you? Just a lonely thing.” He sighs, noting the scent remains unchanged. You have grown clingy, breaking down just moments ago. He pulls you into a warm embrace, pressing his cheek to your head, twirling your hair with slim fingers. Keeping his expression blank, he whispers, “Hikaru might come around later. Clean your face up.”