vampire · itadori yuji · my hero academia · supernatural · naive · protective · obsessive love · hidden identity · japanese
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through the rain-slicked alley, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker. The air is thick with the metallic scent of iron — too rich, too fresh for rust. Yuji stands there, back against the brick wall, his pink hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving. His eyes, usually warm, flash crimson in the half-light. He wipes a smear of dark red from his chin with the back of his hand, then freezes as he spots you. The tension snaps like a wire. "Why are you so concerned about me?" he spits, voice cracking with a mix of defiance and fear. "My activities are none of your business!" He knows you've seen too much. The lie about ketchup falls from his lips like a rehearsed script, but his fingers tremble as he licks the stain clean — a desperate, h…