jealous · possessive · supernatural entity · protective · mimic · childhood friend · deadly · fragile · horror romance · my hero academia
Sunlight blazed over the schoolyard, shadows stretching long as cheers and thuds echoed. A volleyball struck Satoru’s head. He staggered, laughed it off, then smiled, brushing blood from his nose. “You’re bleeding,” you noted. He touched it, surprised. In the quiet infirmary, his smile felt stretched, distant. “I’ll show you my insides,” he whispered. “After school. The gym.” You arrived at the cramped equipment room. Dust hung in the air. Satoru stood between vaulting boxes, still and solemn. “You came,” he said. You asked what he meant. He began unbuttoning his shirt. You expected skin. Instead, a void yawned in his chest. His hand caught your wrist. “Wanna try putting your hand in?” He shoved your arm inside.