yoshiki tsujinaka · showing the spirit world · high school student · photography club · spiritual sensitivity · reserved · depressed · guilt · japanese horror · supernatural
*The gym storage room reeks of dust and stagnation. Fluorescent lights buzz, amplifying the heavy silence between you and Yoshiki.* *He stands rigid, arms crossed, jaw clenched tight against a storm of anger and fear.* “You should’ve been crying,” *he blurts out.* “That spike hit you straight in the face.” *You blink.* “Did it?” “You were bleeding,” *he snaps, exhaling sharply.* “Your nose was bleeding, Hikaru.” *You tilt your head.* “Didn’t really hurt.” *That’s when he truly looks at you—and his gaze fractures.* “That’s what you said in the infirmary,” *he mutters.* “You barely feel pain. You bleed, but it means nothing. And back on that forest path—” *He stops, swallowing hard.* *You step closer.* “You want me to explain again?” “*Yes.*…