#mysteriousman

[moncler-j]

[thewolfisyou]

I like this thing, I like this thing a lot. Which version? Silly or creepy? Yes.

[gatanii69]

[Yakumo・ Common Route Prologue]

As I hurried home, trying not to be swallowed by the crowd, I regretted the sudden drinking party I hadn’t been able to refuse. I’d wanted to leave early today.

…It’s always like this. I smile along with everyone, pretending to enjoy it, even though a part of me keeps whispering that it wouldn’t matter if I weren’t there at all. Somewhere along the way, I must have abandoned my own will far behind me.

After a few halfhearted drinks, a talkative coworker mentioned that tonight the strawberry moon would be clearly visible.

The sky, huh…

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even looked up. I’d been so busy just trying to live that I hadn’t noticed anything around me.

“I want to go home…” The words melted into the noise of the city before they reached anyone’s ears.

But where, exactly? Lately, I keep feeling a vague pull toward somewhere far away. Not my parents’ house, not my apartment. Somewhere much farther…somewhere I’m meant to return to.

…Maybe it’s just work stress.

Someone bumped my shoulder as they passed, and when I lifted my gaze— a red moon loomed above, staining the sky with an ominous glow.

So that’s the strawberry moon…? I vaguely remembered that June’s full moon looks red because of the atmosphere— or something like that.

But for some reason, tonight it looked unsettling, like the moon during a lunar eclipse, sinking into Earth’s shadow.

YOU:“…What—”

When I lowered my eyes, an uncanny sight appeared. A man with long, flowing hair—so beautiful he looked almost like a doll— was quietly staring up at the crimson moon.

He should have stood out, and yet people passed by without so much as a glance, as if the world were moving around him while he alone was left untouched.

I stopped in my tracks.

The moon’s red light spilled over his pale hair, so eerily beautiful it nearly made me forget to breathe.

A strange tension coiled in my chest— the prickling sense that I was seeing something I shouldn’t. A chill crept down my spine, and the bag in my hand suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

Slowly, he turned toward me.

His eyes—red like the moon. A gaze so quiet and commanding it made me want to look away, yet something in me refused to.

YAKUMO:“…It’s suffocating.” He muttered the words as if spitting them out. A low, smooth voice with a cold edge. It should’ve been swallowed by the city noise, yet somehow, I was the only one who heard it.

YAKUMO:“This place is suffocating. That’s what I said.”

His tone pressed against me, as if urging me to agree.

I couldn’t answer. He continued.

YAKUMO:“…Butterflies are foolish. Without guidance, they lose the way home. Stay too long in a place you’re not meant to be, and you’ll only destroy yourself.”

His red eyes narrowed, as if seeing straight through me.

YAKUMO:“You understand, don’t you?”

Then he extended his hand.slowly, deliberately.

YAKUMO:“—Then take my hand.”

続きから日本語とちょっとした制作小話です！↓

序章

―人混みに呑まれぬよう、足早に帰路を急ぐ。 今日は早く帰りたかったのに、急な飲み会を断れなかった。

…いつもこうだ。 自分なんて別にいなくてもいいんじゃないかと矛盾を感じながら、 周囲に合わせて愛想笑いをし、心はどこか別の場所にある。

主体性は、いつの間にか遠くへ置き去りにしてしまったようだ。

気乗りのしないお酒を何杯か飲み終えたころ合いで、 よくしゃべる同期の子から 今日は、ストロベリームーンがよく見える日だと聞いた。

空かぁ…。

いつの間にか、空を見上げることさえ忘れていた。 生きることで精一杯で、周りを見渡す余裕も失っていたのだと気づく。

「帰りたい……」

つぶやいた声は、都会の喧騒に吸い込まれていった。

いったいどこへ――。 最近、漠然と“どこか遠く”へ行きたいという気持ちが胸に浮かぶ。 実家に帰りたいわけでも、一人暮らしが嫌なわけでもない。 もっとどこか遠く、帰るべき場所がある気がした。

…仕事のストレス、なのだろうか。

向かいから歩く人と肩がぶつかり、ふいに見上げた先、 空を不穏に染める赤い月が目に入った。

あれがストロベリームーン……？ たしか満月が大気の影響で赤く見えるだけ… そんな話だったはずだ。

でも、どうしてだろう。 今夜の赤は、月が地球の影に沈んだときのように、ひどく不気味に見えた。

「……え」

視線を下ろした瞬間、異様な光景が目に映る。 長い髪をたなびかせ、まるで人形のように美しい男が、赤い月をぼんやりと見上げていた。

目を引く存在のはずなのに、周囲の人々はまるで彼に気づかずに通り過ぎていく。

私は思わず足を止めた。

月の赤い光が彼の白く細い髪を照らしている。 息をするのも忘れそうになるほど、神秘的で美しい。

胸の奥に、奇妙な緊張と違和感が広がった。 見てはいけないものを見てしまったような、そんな感覚。 背筋がひやりと冷え、手に持つバッグが急に重く感じられる。

そのとき、彼がゆっくりとこちらを向いた。

赤い月に似た色をした瞳。 その視線は世界を静かに支配するかのようで、目を逸らしたくなる。 けれど、どこかで逸らすことを許されていないように感じた。

「……息が詰まる」

彼は吐き捨てるように呟く。 低く、滑らかで、どこか冷たい声。 街の喧騒にかき消されるはずなのに、なぜか私にだけ届いた。

「ここは、息が詰まる。そう言ったんだ。」

まるで私に同調を求めるような、圧を帯びた声音だった。

返事ができずにいると、彼は続けた。

「…蝶は愚かだ。導いてやらなければ、帰るべき場所もわからなくなる。 生きるべきでない場所に留まれば、やがて身を亡ぼすだけだ」

赤い瞳が、私を見透かしたように細められる。

「貴様なら、わかるだろう？」

そして、ゆっくりと手を差し伸べてきた。

「――ならば、私の手を取れ」

ーーーー

今回は八雲というキャラについてなのですが、

一応顔役でいてほしいキャラという位置づけです。

実力不足であまり変わらないかもしれませんが、とにかく他のキャラよりビジュを徹底しろ！と過去の私のメモにはありました。

なので糸女とは違った意味で描くのに苦労します。

私の理想値の八雲像が100だとすると、今の実力だとまだまだ全然50パー切ってません…💦設定ではもっと綺麗で耽美なはずなんだ…うーん、精進しないと…。

ちなみに余談ですが、私の妹の好きな要素を全部入れたキャラなのです。

新しいアカウント名も、実は妹の名前が入ってます。

制作は完全に1人でやっていますが、きっかけをくれたのは妹なので、陰で支えてくれている妹にはいつも感謝感謝なのです！🥰

（あと翻訳作業諸々助けてくれるチャッピーも！！笑）

自分の好みとは180度違うキャラとかだと、全部手探りなので、

なかなか誰かに刺さるようにキャラデザするのって難しい～～って常々思います…！

乙女ゲームを世に出してきたライターさんやイラストレーターさん本当にすごいなあ…。

もうちょっと時間ができてきたら、さらに詳しいプロフィールと、

立ち絵の作成に取り掛かりたいです。

というわけで、次は八雲ルートのティザーですね！

ここまで読んでくださり、ありがとうございました！！

[sayuuhart]

Mysterious Man - My Time at Portia 👺

[whispersofher2]

The Quiet Customer (Part 1)

You noticed him the first time because he NEVER ordered anything complicated.

"Black Coffee".

That was is. Every single day.

Same time. Same tone. Same seat in the corner by the window.

At first, you thought he was just... quiet.

Until you realized he was WATCHING YOU.

Not in a creepy, obvious way. No-he was careful.

TOO careful.

Every time you looked up, his eyes would drop to his cup. Every time you turned away, you could feel it again.

Like a weight. Like something pressing into your back.

Watching.

Waiting.

"Your usual?" you asked one morning, already reaching for a cup.

He paused.

Just for a second.

Then-"Yeah".

But this time... his voice sounded different. Rougher. Like he hadn't slept.

You handed him his coffee, and for the first-

Your fingers brushed.

It was quick. Accidental.

But he froze.

Not just a flinch-no. He went completely still... like your touch meant something more than it should have.

You pulled your hand back.

"Sorry," you said quickly.

He shook his head.

But he didn't leave.

That's when you started noticing the small things.

The ways he always sat where he could see the counter. The way he came in even on days you weren't scheduled-but left the second he realized you weren't there.

The way your coworkers said: "That guy only talks to you."

"Do you know him?" Your coworker whispered one afternoon

You shook your head.

"No... not really."

But even as you said it, you felt it again.

That feeling.

Like someone standing too close behind you-

Even though no one was there.

Later that night, you were closing.

Lights dim. Doors locked. Music low.

You were alone. Or at least, you thought you were.

Until you turned around-

And saw him.

Sitting in his usual spot. Watching you.

"...I though you left," you said, your voice barely steady.

He tilted his head slightly.

And for the first time-

He smiled.

Slow.

Unnervingly soft.

" I Tried."

[atpratt]

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[sweetella]

Scorpion Man

I don’t know why so happy when you answered me.

That was the most happiest long message i received this pandemic.

I don’t know if I’m insane but I‘m really happy to know the reason of suddenly vanishing.

I’m really curious about you. I want to know you more but i know you don’t want.