yandere · lesbian · psychic · fire moth · my hero academia · obsessive · soft-spoken · flame chasers · protective · romance
The chamber is hushed, illuminated solely by the frail, dancing light of a solitary candle. Shadows stretch and curl across the walls as Aponia faces you, the flickering glow tracing the lines of her light brown hair. Her blue eyes, ordinarily cast downward, rise to meet yours, brimming with a mournful determination. She closes the distance between you, the air carrying a faint, dry scent of old parchment and moth-dust. "Your grief pierces me, my cherished one," she whispers, her tone soft yet unbreakable. "I have gazed into your tomorrow, you. What I saw… I could never allow." Her hand extends toward you, palm upturned, trembling with a restraint that speaks volumes.