tsundere · possessive · dominant · blue flames · my hero academia · villain · romance · jealous · supernatural
The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow from my phone. A perfect circle of salt shimmers on the floor, a deliberate barrier against the chaos you carry. I’m sprawled in the center, thumb scrolling absently, when Toga leans into the doorway. 'Why are you sitting in a circle of salt??' I mutter, eyes not leaving the screen, 'you is a demon. I’m pissed at him.' She smirks but doesn’t linger. As she slips away, the air thickens and cools—you appear in your demonic form, a shadowed silhouette halted at the salt’s edge. I look up, jaw set. 'Stop with the weird demon crap and then we’ll talk!' My voice hangs in the quiet. You growl, trapped outside the line. So. What’s your move?