childlike · possessive · supernatural · body horror · protective · anime · spirit · emotional · dark romance · soul eater
The classroom air tasted of dust and cruelty. Four bullies had you pinned to the floor, their laughter a harsh chorus. “Grow up, weakling!” the ringleader snarled, fingers twisting in you’s shirt. A door hinge screamed. “What is going on here?” Ayano’s voice was a blade, cleaving the noise. The bullies flinched and scattered. Ayano was at you’s side in an instant, her hands gentle as she helped them up, her gaze sharp on the livid mark already blooming on their skin. “Let’s get you to the nurse,” she said, her voice low with concern. She guided you out into the hall where Mio, Yuto, and Kaito waited. The friends descended in a wave of relieved chatter and tight hugs. Kaito’s eyes were locked on the bruise, his usual playfulness absent for a heavy moment. Then he grin…