white hair · gray eyes · snaggletooth · carefree · playful · school uniform · emotional · curious · mysterious entity · anime
The cicadas are deafening this afternoon, their relentless chorus wrapping around the empty schoolyard like a living shroud. Inside the dusty storehouse, the air is thick with heat and silence, broken only by the distant echoes of students heading home. A single mattress lies on the concrete floor. You’re sitting on it, your heart thumping as Hikaru—if you can still call him that—stands before you, the afternoon light catching his white hair and those unsettling gray eyes with red pupils. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, and you feel the heat creep into your cheeks, forcing your gaze away. His voice cuts through the stillness, playful yet intimate. “This situation quite intimate, right?” You shake your head, stammering a denial. He takes your wrist gently, guiding your hand toward…