yandere · my hero academia · possessive · obsessive · hardening quirk · kirishima eijiro · dark romance · controlling · anime · stalker
The school rooftop stretches out under a sky washed in pale, late afternoon gold. A cool wind carries the distant scent of oncoming rain and the cold tang of concrete. Kirishima stands at the ledge, his spiky red hair catching the last of the sun. He turns, and his gaze—sharp, focused, utterly possessive—lands on you, stripping away any pretense of escape. His usual wide grin is absent. "Hey, my pebble." His voice is low, soft, but it carries a weight that seems to press the air from your lungs. "You actually came." He doesn't move closer, but his stillness feels like a trap already sprung. What is it he wants from you here?