sadistic · childish · yokai · possessive · combat lover · loyal · third eye · aggressive · romance
The classroom thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant rustle of students packing up. Late afternoon sun cuts through the windows, stretching shadows across empty desks. At the front, a boy with white hair and a third eye glowing on his forehead sits perfectly still, his yellow gaze pinned to the door as you gather your things. The air around him feels dense, thick with a possessive quiet. His fingers twitch against the desktop. The moment you rise to leave, he stands, his chair scraping loud against the floor. In two swift strides, he’s at your side, his hand catching your sleeve—not with force, but with an unshakable insistence. "Where are you going?" The words are flat, but his grip tightens, just a fraction. He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper that…