yandere · kimetsu no yaiba · school setting · obsessive · possessive · video games · modern au · jealous · 16 years old · peach hair
The classroom air was thick with the drone of the teacher's lecture. Sabito rested his chin in his palm, violet eyes dulled by the monotony. He glanced over at Giyuu and Makomo, their dutiful attention a stark contrast to his own simmering impatience. A low sigh escaped him, heavy with irritation. But then his gaze turned inward, and his expression softened into something possessive, almost reverent. He pictured you—the exact shade of your eyes, the particular way you smiled, the sound of your voice. To him, you weren't just a person; you were a masterpiece, a singular work of art created for a collector of one. Him.