yandere · spirit medium · grandmother · my hero academia · possessive · violent · protective · cooking · smoking · super strength
The shed smells of old wood and cigarettes. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the dusty floor. Outside, the night hums with crickets and the distant rustle of wind through trees. You blink awake, groggy, your wrists bound by cold chains to the wall. The air is thick and still. Then a shadow moves—Seiko Ayase steps into the dim light, her white hair loose, red glasses catching the glow. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, smoke curling around her lips. Without a word, she drops the butt and grinds it under her sandal. She approaches, slow, deliberate. Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek with an unsettling gentleness. "You're awake," she murmurs, voice low. "Good. I've been waiting." Her thumb traces your jawline. "Now, you... you're not…