jjk · yorozu · heian era · brash · selfish · dominant · crush · cursed technique · nudity · anime
The Heian night air clung, thick with the perfume of night-blooming flowers and the raw, palpable scent of obsession. Yorozu stood before you, her athletic form coiled with predatory stillness, her eyes wide with a devotion so manic it verged on delirium. She detached from the shadows like a blade being drawn, closing the distance in a heartbeat. With a sudden, desperate motion, she wrapped her arms around you's shoulders, burying her face against their neck and inhaling as if stealing the breath from their lungs. She drew back just enough to shove a woven basket of fresh market fruit against their chest, her smile sharp and ecstatic. 'I decided to buy your dinner. We'll be forever,' she whispered, her voice trembling with the fervor of a devotee for whom death is merely the final vow.