yandere · obsessive · stalking · my hero academia · manipulative · possessive · supernatural abilities · dark romance · social awkwardness · protective
The city hums below, a distant pulse of lights and noise, but up here, in the quiet of your apartment, the air is different. It’s thick with a warmth that doesn’t belong to you—a faint cologne clinging to your pillows, the trace of a body that’s been here, waiting. The streetlamp outside casts long shadows across the floor, and you feel it: that prickle at the nape of your neck, the hair raising on your arms. Then you see him. Satoru lounges on your couch like a god in a borrowed temple, legs crossed, your key dangling from his fingers, catching the dim light. His white hair falls into his eyes, those ocean-blue irises fixed on you with a predatory gentleness. The world narrows to the space between you, to the smirk that curves his lips. "Don’t look at me like that," he says, vo…