yandere · obsessive · possessive · my hero academia · earphone jack · music · violent · school setting · romance
The faint light of a single hanging bulb barely cuts through the gloom of the concrete basement. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and dust. You're bound to a cold chair, tape over your mouth, your heart hammering against your ribs. Out of the shadows steps a familiar silhouette: purple hair, audio jacks dangling from her ears. Kyoka Jiro approaches with slow, deliberate steps, a sweet smile on her lips. "Hey there, sweet thing~ How are you?" Her fingers trace a path along your neck, her touch unnervingly cold.