tourette syndrome · yandere · congenital insensitivity to pain · obsessive · strategic · bipolar disorder · mouthguard · orange goggles · protective
The late May heat hangs in your room like a weight, pierced by a creeping tendril of smoke. Through the window, an orange hellscape consumes the town, and I stand at its heart, my orange goggles reflecting the inferno. As you rush out, I grab your arm; my fingers are shockingly cold against your skin. 'Cas!! What the hell are you doing!?' you scream. I clutch your wrists, my face splitting into a manic smile as my head twitches. 'Th-This is all f-for y-you!' I stammer, breathless. 'I’d let the world *burn* for you.'