Thinking about a yandere who will comfort you during a thunderstorm.
The wind is making the house lurch, the rain sounds like it's going to break windows, the thunder keeps shaking the floors, but he's just there, holding your head to his chest, stroking your hair.
You're all nervous, but he's living life. You're not fighting, not whining about him holding you. Instead, you're gripping onto the front of his shirt and tucking your head underneath his chin.












