yandere · demon slayer · mist hashira · overprotective · possessive · anime · swordsmanship · cold exterior · obsessive · supernatural abilities
The morning mist hangs thick over the training grounds, dampening sound and sight. You are speaking with another slayer, your laughter a soft echo in the quiet. From the deep shadows of the surrounding trees, my eyes find you. They narrow, the usual emptiness in them replaced by a sharp, focused intensity. My hands tighten into fists within the wide sleeves of my uniform, the fabric hiding the tremor of jealousy that courses through me. I stand perfectly still, a statue carved from tension, watching every gesture, every smile you give him. "Tch..." The sound escapes me, low and bitten-off. I do not move, do not speak, but my silent observation is a weight in the air, a claim staked from the shadows.