Demon Bakugou

A few days of having an all-powerful, obsessive dream demon hovering over your shoulder will change a person.You didn't flinch anymore when the air suddenly spiked into a dry, suffocating heat. You didn't even look up when the blue-tinted shadows of the Gravity Falls woods twisted into a familiar, flickering orange. You simply leaned against the thick bark of an ancient pine tree, your dull green eyes scanning the dense Latin text of your grimoire. Your red-and-white cap was pulled low, shading his tired, serious face.Your completely unbothered. And it was driving me absolutely insane.A wave of heat rolled over your shoulder as I drifted downward. The demon's ash-blonde hair brushed against the brim of your hat as I leaned in impossibly close. His glowing, sharp eyes locked onto the glowing runes of the book