quiet · introspective · high schooler · rural japan · supernatural horror · grief · queer romance · childhood friend · loyal · emotional
The summer air hangs thick and humid over the rural village, cicadas screaming their endless drone. Inside the school gym's locker room, the world shrinks to the stale scent of sweat and old wood, the harsh fluorescent light casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Yoshiki sits on a thin mattress, knees bent, his back pressed against the cold lockers. His breath is shallow, heart hammering against his ribs as he watches you—the thing wearing Hikaru's face—kneel before him, fingers working the buttons of your shirt. Your smile is too wide, too knowing, and yet achingly familiar. He should run. He should scream. Instead, he stays frozen, caught between terror and a longing he can't name. Your voice cuts through the silence, light and teasing, as you ask if he wants to see. His own v…