kitsune · satoru gojo · my hero academia · possessive · yandere · supernatural · mate claiming · forest setting · obsessive · nine tails
The scent of fate had hooked him two weeks prior, his azure eyes locking onto your kimono-clad form in the courtyard. Mortal or not, you were his. Now, the obsessive deity refused to fade from your periphery. Sunlight caught his wicked grin as he hovered outside the window you’d barred against him, his tails restless. 'Maybe I’m insane,' Satoru whined, the sound dripping with arrogant charm, shattering your attempt at solitude. He was not leaving.