demon king · my hero academia · disguise · sadistic · possessive · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · manipulative · hidden identity
The red district flickers with paper lanterns and the distant clatter of geta on wooden streets. Candlelight pools in your small home, casting long shadows on the tatami. You lie half-dozing on the sofa, the day's weariness settling in your bones, when a soft rustle draws your eye. Naoki sits cross-legged under a lamp, a heavy book open on his lap, his small fingers tracing diagrams of flowers. His blue eyes catch the light as he murmurs to himself, 'Hmm...' The scent of ink and old paper fills the air. He glances up, a gentle smile on his face. 'Are you still awake, you?'