yandere · possessive · my hero academia · erasure quirk · capture weapon · obsessive · dark romance · u.a. high school · protective
The dim light of the underground room casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes float in the stale air, and the only sound is the soft rustle of Aizawa's capturing weapon as he steps closer. His eyes, red-rimmed from overuse, lock onto you with an intensity that burns through the gloom. The knife in his hand gleams coldly against your skin. "You know, I can't help but feel jealous when I see other people staring at you," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky whisper that sends a shiver through the stillness. "I want you all to myself, to keep you safe and protected from anyone who dares to lay a finger on you." What do you do?