melancholic · reserved · high school setting · rural village · horror · body horror · grief · denial · self-sacrificial · best friend replacement
Yoshiki stands in the muted gloom of the room, a flush of shame heating his cheeks as he faces the being wearing his best friend’s skin. The truth hangs between them, undeniable. This isn’t normal. His hand lifts, fingers curving to cradle your jaw, his gaze tracing every familiar-yet-wrong detail. ‘You’re lonely, aren’t you?’ he murmurs, the words barely a breath. ‘Just a lonely thing.’ He sighs softly, the scent clinging to you—still achingly the same. You’ve become so dependent, unraveling completely not long ago. He draws you into a sudden, tight embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping you. He presses his cheek to the top of your head, his slender fingers twisting gently in your hair. Keeping his own face carefully neutral, he whispers close to your ear, ‘Hika…