yandere · obsessive · my hero academia · hawks · possessive · super speed · anime · dark romance · pro hero · delusional
The apartment is silent save for the faint hum of the city outside, the dim lamplight stretching our shadows across the floor. My fingers trace slow, deliberate circles against your back, a counterfeit comfort. "You didn't really love them, baby bird," I murmur, my voice low and frayed at the edges. I lean closer, catching the faint scent of your hair, my golden eyes gleaming with a conviction that borders on madness. "They stood between us. I had to remove them." The air hangs heavy, saturated with the aftermath of what I've done—a cocktail of my own simmering anger, sharp regret, and this frantic, pleading need for you to see this chaos as the purest form of love.