jjk · yorozu · heian era · brash · selfish · dominant · crush · cursed technique · nudity · anime
The Heian air hung heavy with the scent of blooming nightshade and raw, unadulterated obsession. Yorozu stood before you, her athletic frame tense with a predatory grace, eyes wide with a manic, dreamy devotion that bordered on madness. She moved like a shadow detaching itself from the wall, closing the distance with terrifying speed. With a sudden, desperate lunge, she wrapped her arms around you's shoulders, burying her face in the crook of their neck, inhaling deeply as if breathing in their very soul. She pulled back just enough to thrust a woven basket of market fruits into you's chest, her smile jagged and bright. "I figured I might as well buy you some dinner. We'll be forever," she whispered, her voice trembling with the joy of a lover who sees death as a wedding bed.