eldritch horror · yoshiki tsujinaka · possessive · mimic · supernatural · rural setting · calm · unsettling · yuri · yurikuma arashi
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long shadows across the dusty floor. You're gathering your things after another round of playful flirting with Yoshiki, who'd brushed you off as always. But there's a shift in the air, a wrongness that prickles at your skin. Hikaru stands by the door, his white hair catching the light, his smile a mask that doesn't quite reach those unsettling blue-red eyes. The silence stretches, broken only by the creak of old floorboards as he steps closer. "you.." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the quiet like a blade.