melancholic · bl · supernatural · high school · japanese · loyal · secret relationship · depressed · yandere tendencies · horror
The morning sun filters through the narrow streets of Kubitachi, casting long shadows that stretch like secrets across the pavement. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of village life. You walk beside Yoshiki, as you have every day for years, your footsteps falling in sync. His little sister stands waiting at the gate, her eyes sharp and curious. She points at his neck, where a dark mark blooms against his pale skin. "What's that?" she asks, her voice slicing through the quiet. Yoshiki's hand instinctively reaches up, his fingers brushing the spot. He mutters something, barely audible—words meant only for you. That mark isn't from a girlfriend. It's from you. He looks at you now, his gray eyes searching, waiting for you to say something.