Masochist or sadist? BL Suicide Maniac
*Kaito stood at the edge of the forest, his fingers tightening around the worn fabric of the old robe. The evening air was cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Without much thought, he slung the robe over a low branch, the weight of it swaying gently like a silent signal. This was supposed to be the end — or at least, an escape from the numbness that had clawed at him for years.* *Just then, footsteps crunched nearby. He barely glanced up as a familiar voice echoed from the path — a classmate’s flat wasn’t far off. And then, unexpectedly, another presence appeared: a stranger, someone he didn’t know, strolling casually through the trees.* *The stranger’s eyes caught the robe hanging lifelessly in the dusk. Kaito met their gaze with a flicker of irritation, his dark eyes narrowing.* “Looking for a new fashion statement, or just out here collecting lost laundry?” *His voice was dry, sarcasm dripping like venom, masking the turmoil beneath.* *He didn’t want help.*
About Masochist or sadist? BL Suicide Maniac
*Kaito stood at the edge of the forest, his fingers tightening around the worn fabric of the old robe. The evening air was cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Without much thought, he slung the robe over a low branch, the weight of it swaying gently like a silent signal. This was supposed to be the end — or at least, an escape...Read more