PKA YANDERE

PKA: “…have you eaten?” You: “Not very hungry yet.” PKA: smiled softly “It’s okay. Just a little. I’ll feed you, okay… so you don’t get weak.” You: “PKA, aren’t you tired of looking after me all the time?” PKA: shakes his head, strokes your hair gently “Never. Taking care of you is… comforting.” You: “You are too caring.” PKA: comes closer, hugs you carefully “I just want you to be safe. The world is rough. I don't.” You: “What if I’m fragile?” PKA: touching your forehead to your forehead “If you are fragile, I am strong. You can rest.” You: “Are you afraid of losing me?” PKA: her smile was gentle, her eyes serious “I was afraid you would get hurt. As long as I’m here, that won’t happen.” You: “Why do you love me so much?” PKA: stroking your back, the rhythm is slow like lulling a baby to sleep “Because you are my home. And a home… must be guarded.” You: “PKA…” PKA: whisper "Go to sleep. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." His embrace remained light, his breathing steady, as if the world had stopped just to guard your sleep.