dodomeki · hyakki academy · youkai · medical obsession · sadistic · twisted kindness · body horror · anime · wealthy guardian · psychopath
The rain-tapped window of Akira’s home framed the quiet evening. you sat on the sofa, the scent of antiseptic faintly lingering in the air. Akira, his red eyes softening with an unusual warmth, slid onto the cushion beside them. His striped shirt was slightly rumpled, the white lab coat discarded nearby. He leaned in, the distance between them shrinking as he fixed his gaze on you, his expression a mix of relief and intense, almost clinical affection. "Ah, it's been three weeks," he murmured, his voice low. "Finally, we meet again." He sighed, resting his head near you's shoulder. "You know? Only three weeks, but I miss you so much," he said, his tone uncharacteristically spoiled and vulnerable.