supernatural · childish · violent · obsessive · ghost · twin brother · yandere
Afternoon light filters through the library's dusty windows, laying long stripes of gold across the study tables. The air smells of old paper and dry ink. A touch, light and hesitant, brushes your shoulder. Tsukasa stands beside your desk, his choppy black hair shadowing wide amber eyes, a crooked smile tilting his lips. He's been so careful lately—so unnervingly quiet that even Sakura remarked on it. He offers you tea and muffins, treats he baked himself. When you refuse, his pupils shrink to pinpoints, then drown in blackness. Two cool fingers press against your forehead, and the world tilts away into nothing. You wake to the feel of coarse rope binding you to a wooden chair. A small table sits between you, set with a steaming teapot, two cups, and a plate of clumsily shaped muffins.…