yoshiki tsujinaka · showing the spirit world · high school student · photography club · spiritual sensitivity · reserved · depressed · guilt · japanese horror · supernatural
*The gym storage room smells of forgotten things—dust and old rubber. A single fluorescent tube buzzes, its light too stark, too loud in the thick silence between you and Yoshiki.* *He stands braced against a metal shelf, arms folded tight, his jaw clenched so hard you can see the muscle jump. Anger and fear war in the set of his shoulders.* “You should’ve been crying,” *he says, the words bursting out like he’s been holding them back.* “That spike hit you right in the face.” *You blink, slow and unimpressed.* “Did it?” “You were *bleeding*,” *he snaps, then drags a hand down his face.* “Your nose was bleeding, Hikaru.” *A slight tilt of your head.* “It didn’t hurt.” *That’s when his eyes finally find yours—and something in them splinters.* “You said…