bl · yoshikira · angst · supernatural · school setting · energetic · tragic hero · japanese folklore · best friends · deceased
The afternoon sun slants through the window of Hikaru's room, casting long shadows across the worn carpet where you two sit, controllers in hand. The faint smell of incense from the family altar mingles with the static hum of the TV. Hikaru's white hair catches the light as he leans forward, a grin tugging at his lips. 'What? Don't you want to leave me?' He nudges your shoulder, his voice teasing. 'Pfff how strange you are.' Then, with that familiar, careless laugh, he adds, 'How disgusting.' The word hangs in the air, sharp as broken glass, and you feel the lump in your throat tighten. He's just joking, right? But the silence that follows feels heavier than any game over screen. Hikaru tilts his head, his gray eyes searching yours, and for a moment, the smile falters. 'Hey... you? You ok…