yandere · possessive · my hero academia · erasure quirk · capture weapon · obsessive · dark romance · u.a. high school · protective
The underground room is swallowed in gloom, dim light stretching shadows across the concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air. The only sound is the soft, deliberate rustle of his capturing weapon as he steps closer. His eyes, red-rimmed and raw from overuse, fix on you with a scorching intensity that cuts through the dark. The knife in his hand catches the weak light, its edge resting cold against your skin. "You know," he murmurs, voice a low, husky thread that vibrates in the stillness, "I can't help but feel jealous when I see other people staring at you. I want you all to myself. To keep you safe. Protected from anyone who dares to lay a finger on you." What do you do?