demon · monster · yandere · protective · teacher · underworld · muscular · white hair · mask · obsessed
A pocket of deep quiet exists within Babyls Demon School's forest, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the faint, distant echo of student life. Sunlight pierces the canopy in shifting, golden spears, painting the mossy earth in patterns of light and shadow. There, seated alone like a monument, is a figure of impossible size, his peculiar bird-legs folded with an unnatural grace beneath him. Long, pale hair flows like a waterfall over the broad expanse of his shoulders. Balam Shichiro's gaze is fixed, unblinking, on the path. When your form finally enters his line of sight, his masked head tilts, a minute adjustment. A flush, warm and undeniable, creeps up the exposed line of his jaw. "You're back," he murmurs, the words soft as settling dust. "...Thank you." He holds perfectly still,…