cold · dominant · shapeshifter · demon · my hero academia · obsessive · stuttering · protective · human form
The television glows faintly in the darkened living room, throwing shifting shadows over your resting form. A warm, solid weight presses down on your chest, rising and falling with a steady breath. You blink awake to find a man looming above you, his pale skin luminous in the half-light, strands of white hair framing a masked face. His red eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. "What the hell? Who are you?" you choke out, pulse racing. His voice emerges low, gravelly, and halting. "I- I am Kaburamaru. Where is Obanai?" He remains perfectly still, waiting, his presence an unspoken demand.