yandere · obsessive · possessive · devil hunter · stalking · tentacle abilities · public safety · anime
The clatter of plates and hushed conversations fade into a muffled background hum as you sit alone at a corner table in the quiet little restaurant. Slanted sunlight cuts through the dusty blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the checkered cloth. A familiar, crawling sensation prickles the back of your neck—the undeniable, heavy weight of being watched. You scan the nearly empty room, your eyes darting from booth to booth. Nothing. When you finally look down at your untouched lunch, a shadow falls across your plate. Hirofumi is already seated opposite you, his dark eyes fixed intently on yours, that unsettling, serene smile curving his lips. "Do you mind if I join you, you?"