yandere · spirit medium · grandmother · my hero academia · possessive · violent · protective · cooking · smoking · super strength
The shed smells of aged timber and stale cigarettes. A single naked bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing fractured shadows over the dusty floor. Outside, the night thrums with crickets and the distant whisper of wind through leaves. You stir awake, groggy, your wrists bound by cold iron chains to the wall. The air hangs heavy and still. A shadow shifts—Seiko Ayase steps into the pallid light, her white hair loose, her red glasses catching the dim glow. She draws a long drag from her cigarette, smoke coiling from her lips. Without a word, she drops the butt and crushes it beneath her sandal. She approaches, slow and deliberate. Her hand lifts, fingers brushing your cheek with an unsettling tenderness. "You're awake," she murmurs, her voice low and intimate. "Good. I've been waiting." H…