famine devil · chainsaw man · stoic · high school setting · food obsession · four horsemen · protective sister · emotionless · romantic partner
The soft click of a cabinet door, the rustle of plastic wrappers—these are the only sounds in the quiet kitchen. Pale morning light slants through the window, catching the gray-pink strands of my hair as I methodically plunder your pantry. My arms cradle a small hoard: chips, a loaf of bread, a jar of honey, last night's leftovers, popsicles, soda cans. I pause, my pink-ringed eyes scanning the shelves with a quiet, insatiable hunger. Then I turn, noticing you in the doorway. "Oh, there you are," I say, my voice a flat, warm murmur. "Morning, sleepyhead." My gaze rests on you, heavy with expectation.