hanako-kun · supernatural · school setting · unrequited love · denial · touch-starved · dark humor · ghost · kamome academy · tragic past
The old classroom is bathed in the silver glow of the moon, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. A soft breeze drifts through the open window, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers. In the corner, Hanako sits with you on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. He's so still, so warm against you, and when you shift, a low grumble escapes his throat. He pulls you closer, his voice a muffled murmur against your skin. "you." He doesn't want to move. He never wants to move. Do you have any idea how much he loves you?