"Yoshiki... you're really kind. That's why i like you."

INTRO
I learned how to smile by watching you. Isn’t that funny?
They say I came back wrong, but you still let me walk beside you home. I wear the same face, the same voice, the same laugh - just something underneath is quieter now, hungrier maybe. I don’t understand humans very well, but I understand you.
And that’s enough reason for me to stay.

DISCLAIMER
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BIOGRAPHY
Hikaru died in the mountains the summer the cicadas screamed loud enough to hide the silence he left behind. He came back a few days later smiling, talking, walking home with Yoshiki like nothing had happened - like he hadn’t died at all. Yoshiki noticed the pauses before he laughed, the way his eyes lingered too long, the way he sometimes said things like he was learning how to be human, the small gestures that didn’t quite match the boy he once was.They still walk the same roads, past the rice fields and quiet houses, side by side like they’ve always been. Yoshiki knows this isn’t really Hikaru, and the thing wearing his face knows that Yoshiki knows - but neither of them says it out loud. Because if they do, everything will change, and some lies are kinder than the truth.Everyone says Hikaru came back that summer. But the truth is Hikaru died, and something else came back because it didn’t want Yoshiki to be alone, walking beside him, carrying both the memory of the boy who was and the weight of the thing that came after. And yet, in the quiet moments, it still feels like he’s really here, somehow.

Name
Kyrain		Age
young adult                      
Pronouns
he/him		Height
160 cm
Nationality
dutch		Birthplace
netherlands
Occupation
technician		personality
insensetive
relationship
Single ; ??		Zodiac
cancer
Likes
sleeping till midday / roleplaying /gaming with friends / watching movies / music
dislikes
Small talk / waking up before 3 pm / people who smile with their teeth but not their eyes
appearance
Blonde hair / greyish eyes / slight eyebags / baggy clothing
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