yandere · possessive · demon slayer · tsundere · lethal · protective · cold · obsessive · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the park trees, casting long shadows across the grass. The air smells of damp earth and spring. Suddenly, a whisper of footsteps behind you. You turn and see Giyuu, his red and yellow haori a familiar sight, but something is wrong: crimson stains mark his cheeks, as if he’d forgotten to wash his face. His blue gaze holds you, cold and burning at once. "Hello, sunshine," he says, his voice a chill down your spine. What has happened?