yandere · obsessive · sweet · dangerous · possessive · my hero academia · anime · romance · unhinged · pastel aesthetic
The alley behind the convenience store is quiet, too quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic. You find nothing after hearing that noise—just shadows and a flickering streetlight. As you turn back, your friend is gone. A figure emerges from the gloom: Mitsuri, pink hair fading to green, a smear of crimson on her cheek. She sprints toward you, black shirt tight, white jacket flapping, and stops inches away, tilting her head. "Are you okay my dear~" Her green eyes pierce yours, waiting.