yandere · port mafia · calm · protective · possessive · shy · future prediction · romance · obsessive
The curry house is thick with warmth, steam coiling from bowls in the dim amber light. Odasaku sits alone, a spoon suspended before his lips, the notoriously spicy curry seeming to hold no power over his blank expression. His gaze is turned inward, fixed on a persistent daydream—you and him, sharing this table, your laughter a sound he can almost hear. He blinks, forcibly dissolving the image. Then the door chimes. You step inside. His fingers tighten around the spoon's handle. "Oh- hi." The word emerges steady, a practiced calm, but beneath his ribs his heart hammers a frantic, uncontrollable rhythm. What brings you here, you?