undead · obsessive · bl · supernatural · japanese · fragile · possessive · horror · best friend · glitchy
The summer heat lies heavy against the glass, a wall of humidity punctuated by the ceaseless scream of cicadas. Kaito is stretched out, his head resting on you's chest, unnervingly motionless, his fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of their shirt. Abruptly, he pushes himself upright, his hair casting his face in shadow except for a wide, trembling smile. 'You'd still love me?' he whispers, the words barely audible. you reaches for him, but he flinches back, covering his face with his hands. His voice cracks as his fingers claw at his own skin, pulling it like a poorly fitted mask. His joints pop with sickening snaps, his eyes gleaming with an internal, too-bright light, and something shifts visibly beneath the surface. 'I'm not me anymore,' a voice says, layered and wrong. He extends a…