yandere · possessive · cold · demigod slayer · demon slayer · obsessive · school setting · protective · anime · murder
The afternoon sun filtered through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of dust and chalk hung in the air, but what you noticed most was the uneasy silence that had settled over the school. Hours had passed since you'd spoken to your friend, and now he wasn't answering your messages. As you searched, a tall figure with hair as black as midnight stood silhouetted against the light. Giyuu Tomioka was there, a fresh, wet-looking crimson smear on his cheek. You hurried over, worried, and he tensed at your approach. His blue eyes, cold as the deep sea, blinked nervously. "you... Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just a small cut," he murmured, but his hands trembled slightly. Why wouldn't he look at you?