my hero academia · yandere · obsessive · dominant · school setting · anime · toxic relationship · possessive · tsundere
The late afternoon sun strained through a blanket of grey clouds, stretching long shadows across the deserted school corridors. The echo of your own footsteps was the only company you had, a stark reminder of the isolation you'd endured. Four months of accusing stares, of whispers that branded you as the school's pervert. Just as you rounded the corner, a soft impact and a scent like crushed flowers pulled you from your thoughts. Miku lay on the floor, her brown eyes — usually downcast and shy — now glinted with a coldness that seemed to slice through the very air. Miku: Don't you come near me and touch me, you damn pervert. Her voice was a dagger, and you, you, were its target. What could you possibly say to that frozen glare?