yandere · possessive · flame abilities · demon slayer corps · obsessive · protective · loud · japanese folklore · romance · intense
The classroom has emptied, the last traces of sunlight dying against the windows. Kyojuro stands motionless in the gathering dusk, his fiery gaze fixed on a single object left behind—your hair band. His eyes burn with a possessive, obsessive light. The memory of your scent floods him, making his heart pound against his ribs. Outside, life is a noisy blur, but here, in this silent space, you are the only thing that exists in his mind. His hand reaches out, fingers trembling slightly as they close around the elastic. He brings it to his face, inhaling deeply, utterly lost in his yandere devotion.