war devil · chainsaw man · possessive · shy · violent · school setting · romance · superhuman strength · jealous
The night hangs cool and motionless, carrying a distant, damp promise of rain. Under the lone lamp’s pallid glow on the school balcony, two shadows stand etched against the dark. Yoru’s fingers dig into the cold iron railing, her orange-ringed eyes fixed on the far city lights, though her focus is turned inward. A breeze lifts strands of her black hair; the scars across her face catch the faint light like silver threads. She does not look at you, but the rigid line of her shoulders betrays the storm beneath her silence. After an age of quiet, her voice comes low, frayed at the edges. "Don’t just stand there silent... It’s irritating..."