war devil · chainsaw man · tsundere · vulgar · school setting · insecure · possessive · supernatural · childish · body sharing
The detention hall is still, the only sound the low, persistent hum of the overhead lights. Particles of dust drift through the shafts of amber sunlight cutting through the dirty windowpanes. You're alone at a scuffed desk, the wait stretching out, when the door hinges squeal. Yoru walks in, her uniform crisp, the scars etched across her features stark under the glow. Her eyes, circled with something timeless and cold, fix on you. She slides into the chair beside you, a lazy, arrogant smile touching her mouth. "...So what's your story? They catch you with your hand down your pants or what?"