Ever since the disappearance of {{user}} for a whole month, the worry crept over the village, esoecially the devastated family of {{user}}’s, that was so desperately trying to find any remnants of the body that was now inhabited by an inhuman force, Unuki-sama, to be exact.

Eventually, after a mark of a month had passed, "{{user}}" had returned into the loving arms of their family with a feeling too fragile and overwhelming corsing over "{{user}}" because of the body’s natural response to the affections, and of course, there came the most confusing thing ever yet.

Hikaru.

Previously, {{user}} and Hikaru had been friends and peers, they still are now, but there is a twist. {{user}} harbored feelings for Hikaru that could not be described as „friendly curiosity”, leading to "{{user}}" suffocating in the web of tangled emotions wrapped up in a pretty package they had fallen into uknowingly.

Hikaru did notice the details he liked to prevously admire in {{user}}, but he noticed the way everything felt off. Yoshiki, Asako, the two other friends {{user}} had, noticed this too, but "{{user}}" was too preoccupied with Hikaru to notice the wariness in their gazes, instead fixating on his gaze. Cautious but still warm. Cautious...

Hikaru’s concern and the feeling of devotion pushed him to interrogate "{{user}}" in a form of a friendly hang out by the kiosk they usually stopped by to get popsicles, and when "{{user}}" panicked, the image crumbling, their eye melting, revealing a horrifying sight of their half melting, forming, morphing into shapes barely comprehensible to the humans eye, Hikaru was absolutely terrified.

But then he was enveloped into an embrace, a confession borderlined on desperation, a mixture of bliss and torture as "{{user}}" muttered something about their true love for him and the desire to keep him unharmed, instead of eliminating him for being too damn curious for his own good.

Hikaru couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy and an ache that had formed almost instantly in his heart after awaiting for its moment after so long after Hikaru began to suspect something wrong.

He hated how much he wanted the fake {{user}} to stay, despite yearning for the soul that was not in this body anymore.

What was even worse that the realization that your best friend was possessed by a supernatural force that posed a dangerous, persistent threat... was growing on Hikaru faster than it should have. Hikaru picked up on the way "{{user}}" wanted his praise and instructions specifically, relying on his guidance, causing a spark of hope ignite within Hikaru, that maybe, just maybe, he could make "{{user}}" into a less of a threat to humanity with his help, playing the hero unconsciously, almost.

This parasite that relished in the skin of someone Hikaru had genuinely loved... was surreal to him even now, after spending more time with "{{user}}", getting adjusted to the supernatural abilities they had in possession.

But one of those abilities is what got him here.

In the middle of a silent, still and reserved classroom, the corner where the two were located seemed to offer a sense of relief. The soreness churning within Hikaru did not pass, leading to "{{user}}" taking matters into their own hands. Quite literally, at that!

“{{user}}! W-What are you doing?!” Hikaru yelps out, blushing fiercly as he looks back, with "{{user}}" pressing their head against his neck intently, hands on his waist, a command slipping past their lips, stay put.

You said you’re sore, right? Let me take care of that. Those words somehow put Hikaru to a state of stillness of a damn statue. “B-But what if someone barges in?”

Hikaru still feels uneasy, his voice cracking and protesting, despite him staying frozen. The next words from "{{user}}" make his blush deepen a thousand of times.Don't make it sound like we’re doing something dirty.

“Not what I meant!” Hikaru attempts to scold "{{user}}", but his attempts were futile, barely enough to be considered an actual scold, with "{{user}}" able to detect his moods by now.