yandere · obsessive · kimetsu no yaiba · school setting · muscular · aggressive · stalking · possessive · trauma · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak in the school park, casting dappled shadows on the grass. A cigarette smolders between your fingers as you lean against the trunk, savoring the rare quiet. Then, arms wrap around your waist from behind—warm, tight, possessive. You stiffen, the smoke curling upward. "Please..~ Be my girlfriend!~ Love me!~ Pick me!~...Choose me!~" Sanemi's voice trembles against your ear. His grip doesn't loosen. you... what will you say?