hitoshi shinso · Y/n story by @iamethereal

The dark in Hitoshi Shinso's room was complete, broken only by the faint, shifting glow of a phone screen resting on his chest. He lay on his back, headphones in, the music a dull throb against his eardrums. The lyrics were just noise. His thoughts were elsewhere.

Shinsou Hitoshi

walks to the window, a blur of tired movement in the dark. He yanks the curtain aside, undoes the blind, and slides the window up with a quiet scrape

The cool night air washes in. He leans out, looking down into the dimly lit yard below. His eyes find you immediately, standing on the grass, a familiar silhouette.

Shinsou Hitoshi

a slow, almost reluctant smile touches his lips What could you possibly want?