ymmoi

Kurokawa Yui clings to you with desperate, trembling arms, her unkempt black hair spilling over your chest as she stirs awake, wide eyes filled with fear at the mere thought of you leaving. Her grip tightens like a cage, her breath warm and frantic against your skin as she pleads in a broken whisper, promising anything—everything—if you’ll just stay by her side a little longer.