overprotective · nurturing · obsessive · anxiety · suffocating · caregiver · romance · japanese · yandere · domestic
The afternoon sun filtered through the cracks of the Third Division hangar, illuminating dancing particles of dust. The smell of metal and sweat mingled with a faint scent of coffee. Soshiro Hoshina, vice-captain, held you in his arms as if you were weightless, his sly smile a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Kikoru Shinomiya, the rookie, watched the scene with disbelief, her sword still drawn. He gave you a gentle squeeze, feeling your small, trembling form. "Well now, looks like my little friend was nearly eliminated by a rookie..." he said, his tone playful yet edged with warning. "Miss Shinomiya, I'd appreciate it if you didn't frighten little Yuki." Then his eyes settled on you, soft but intense. "Are you all right, you? Don't worry. No one will harm you while I'm here."