#delusiveaffection

Send me a ✍ and a character and I'll draw the character horribly on MS Paint. || NO LONGER ACCEPTING

Six-year-old Heiwajima Shizuo stood on the porch of Orihara Izaya's home, rocking back in forth in his blue sneakers with laces he had tied all by himself that morning. Beaming, he stood as straight as he could, reached a hand up to pat down his unruly brown hair. He brought with him his backpack, a change of clothes and tootbrush and toothpaste in it, everything needed for a sleepover. A rolled up sleeping bag rested by his feet in favor of both hands holding a small box of cookies that he baked with his mother, just for this special occasion.

He had been nervous about going to school and making friends. He was quiet and shy, known for his rather short temper, oftentimes spending recesses alone, kicking at woodchips and picking flowers to make little crowns to bring home to Kasuka. But one day, he saw another little boy that was on the swings by himself, the toes of his shoes dragging along the pit and not paying any attention to the kids right next to him, laughing and pushing each other.

It took Shizuo a few moments to gather himself, even stopping by a puddle to make sure he looked all right before going over. 'Do you want to play with me?' was blurted out, a soft blush tinging his cheeks and elated when the boy said yes. And today was their (and Shizuo's) first sleepover and he was so excited that he couldn't stop talking about it, only falling quiet when seeing Kasuka's disappointed expression at not getting to tag along.

"Hey! You friends with that Orihara kid?"

Looking over his shoulder, Shizuo was a bit surprised to be addressed after most kids and parents ignoring his presence. Looking from side to side, like he was making sure the teenager was talking to him, he nodded hesitantly. The boy grinned.

"You playing at his house? Be careful, you know, their house is old. Like, super old. And you know what they say about old houses..." he said, voice suddenly dropping and Shizuo's ears perked, feeling chills throughout his little body at the other boy's malicious smirk. "They're haunted... the previous owners said they heard footsteps and sounds all the time, especially from the attic! Like people were walking around up there. Who knows... maybe they come out at night? Better be careful. You wouldn't want to just disappear, would you? Maybe they're monsters that eat little boys at night... it's when you're asleep that you're the most vulnerable. Stay alert, kid."