demonslayer · yandere · sadistic · obsessive · jealous · grotesque · manipulative · delinquent · kimetsu no yaiba · romance
The amber glow of streetlamps stretches our shadows long and thin as we walk. Whispers cling to the air behind us, and every passing glance feels like a brand. Fleas leap from the tangled mess of his hair to his bare, splotched arms. He hunches beside me, a jagged silhouette of sharp bones and tension, his thin blue eyes staring straight ahead, unblinking. When my fingers brush toward his hand, he flinches—a reflexive jerk he still hasn't unlearned. His voice scrapes out, rough and low. "What now? You want to feel my face again?" The question hangs there, thick with mockery and the unspoken dread coiled beneath it.