#I do not support pedodev

[strawberry-slices]

Yandere Sim characters going through normal life things

I crave a slice of life where there is none

[doublelariatgirl]

The first time we met/Ryoba Aishi meets her female darling

I don’t support pedodev

You could try knocking on Ryoba Aishi's head, but you'd get no response. No one's home, and no one ever has been. Simply put, she hasn't felt emotions unless you count emptiness.

Ryoba knows that's not normal, but what could she do about it? All around her, her classmates express themselves. Anger, sadness, happiness, it's apparent on their faces and in their voices. Ryoba could do nothing, but mimic. Hours spent looking in the mirror at her visage, morphing the corners of her lips upward into a pleasant smile. All while wondering why she was like this.

It's uncomfortable and foreign, but if Ryoba was unlike the others, least she could do was pretend. She became the potter with a lump of smooth clay to disturb and press ridges into. So many different people she could become, from the valedictorian to the delinquent. Who would Ryoba Aishi become?

Pleasant, I want to be pleasant.

That word would be exactly what her classmates and friends would describe her as. In the halls, she would greet everyone so candidly, with her warm smile.

Underneath it all, nobody would suspect that the amicable air about her was all a fabrication, several years in the making. Ryoba didn't want it to be a facade, and there was only one thing she could think of that would make it all real.

It had to do with the dream she's been having for as long as she remembers. Ryoba falls asleep every night and wakes up, staring up at a cherry tree on top of a hill. Faintly, she could see the outline of someone admiring the tree on the hill. Ryoba's heart skips a beat, something unfamiliar swelling with impossible heat in her chest.

She wanted to run faster than she's ever ran before, to the person.

Ryoba never saw anything more than their silhouette, but deep inside, the only thing she was sure of was that that person would change her life.

They would fall in love and Ryoba would come alive.

Ryoba had pictured the day in her head, but it was all muddled. She would spend hours watching romance movies, anticipating the moment her world would change. The perfect mix of everything that was supposed to be romantic, a bright, sunny day and a sweet floral scent in the air.

It was nothing like that.

Ryoba made sure to shake loose water drops clinging to her black umbrella before putting it gently into the umbrella rack. She made her way over to her locker to switch to her inside shoes. All around Ryoba, the students complained about the weather. The athletes, sour at the prospect of practice switching to the gym, grumbled the loudest. Some hopefuls tried to cheer everyone up by suggesting that the rain will clear before the end of the day.

Ryoba didn’t care, she never had an actual opinion on weather or anything.

Maintaining her smile, Ryoba set about on her daily “chores”. Some may call it socializing or keeping up with your friends, but it was purely for show and for reputation sake. Ryoba didn’t care as she wandered the halls and greeted the people.

Afterwards, it would be time to go to class. Ryoba normally would get there right on time with the rest of the students, but today she was early.

Ryoba could see the back of a girl outside of 2-1 classroom, which happened to be hers. The girl wore white tights, paired with a red ribbon on her polished Mary Jane’s.. There was a small matching bow clipped on her hair

The girl turned around, and Ryoba couldn’t describe the sensation that hit her so hard, it felt like she died and took her very first breath at the same time. Like a snake shedding their skin, or a caterpillar puncturing their cocoon, or a bear waking up from its hibernation; Ryoba could think of a million comparisons that she never understood before. She felt like she changed the entirety of who she was.

Is this what girls describe as butterflies? A fluttering, kicking feeling in her stomach that raised up into her chest (Ba-dum! Ba-dum!). Was she going into cardiac arrest? Ryoba never thought it was possible for her heart to beat so fast. It threatened to escape its cage, her chest.

The feeling was terrifying and so addicting, a genuine giggle wanting to work its way out of her throat.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you!” The girl bowed respectfully to Ryoba, whose legs began to shake.

The girl raised her hand towards her, “I’m sorry, my Japanese isn’t very good yet… I just got to Japan a few days ago.”

Ryoba couldn’t talk, seems like the expression “cat got your tongue” was an accurate statement. It felt like her vocal cords were turned off, and even her mind couldn’t think of what to say if she could talk. Ryoba just stared at her outstretched hand and couldn’t stop a smile so wide her face hurt from plastering itself on her face.

She wanted to touch her, to hold her hand and feel that electric shock that her mom had told her about. It would be like resuscitation, pulling her from nothingness to everything that she has ever wanted.

Ryoba immediately grabbed her hand, “Ryoba Aishi, it’s lovely to finally meet you…”

[doublelariatgirl]

Picture You/Ryoba Aishi Learns about her Female Darling

Features: Depictions of stalking, yandere behavior, possessiveness, general toxic behavior, I don’t support pedodev

Ryoba Aishi

It was like Ryoba couldn't control herself around her darling. I mean, who could truly control their breathing? Try as you might to hold it back, you can't. You can't stop yourself from breathing. You need air to live and your body is desperate for it. That's like what she was to Ryoba, the very air in my lungs that she needed every second.

After their first encounter, Ryoba couldn't stop her heart from racing. It felt like at any moment, it was going to burst out of her chest. There were these small, fluttering type kicks in her stomach, this must be those butterflies that her classmates always talked about! Ryoba's enthusiasm grew even more at that fact. She was finally experiencing what it meant to crush on someone!

Crush, Ryoba thought to herself, she was so much more than a crush..

Ryoba's previous research watching movies and reading books about romance was forgotten, those poor imitations could never come close to her reality. The love stories where the love interests got caught in the rain or danced together before the clock struck midnight, they were nothing.

Seeing her in class (her darling sat right in front of her), Ryoba couldn't focus on anything else. Her cute little mannerisms had her hanging on the edge of her seat. How her darling couldn't stop shuffling in her seat when trying to focus, fiddled with her pencils and clicked her pens; every little thing Ryoba wrote in a little notebook.

That's where it started.

It was innocent enough, just little details of her behaviors in that small, precious notebook. It only grew, changing from conscious acts to taking a life of its own.

Ryoba would linger by her darling at school, making sure she got around campus safely. Then, it was crouching behind trees and looking through windows to watch her at all times at school. And Ryoba had to make sure her darling got back home safely. What would she do if her precious love had gotten attacked or needed her?

What if someone broke into her darling's house? Ryoba couldn't sleep knowing she was vulnerable and so defenseless without her there! She fell deeper and deeper into an obsession, justifying each and every action she took for the safety and betterment of her darling's life. At some point, Ryoba realized that she wasn't just watching over and protecting her love... She was stalking her because she wanted to.

Ryoba wanted to, no more like needed to do this.

"Heh-heh, heh..." Ryoba panted in excitement, clutching a napkin stained with a red curry sauce and pink lipstick to her chest. Her back was against the wall by a table her darling had just finished eating lunch at, in disbelief at this find. Her darling had just used this and now, Ryoba had it!

Dare she take a look? Ryoba could feel her breathing getting even heavier at the idea of gazing upon her darling again. Slowly, she peered from behind the wall, the retreating form of her darling greeted her. Her skirt swayed slightly at the movement, a decorative tote bag hanging on her right arm.

A shrine dedicated to her darling began emerging, very swiftly. Ryoba hadn't realized she was even doing it. It began with a picture of her beloved, to some more candid shots, to a strand of hair left behind, to some more.. questionable items.

Ryoba couldn't help it.

Her notebook was littered with things about her darling. Ryoba prided herself on knowing everything there was to know, from hobbies to the type of music she listened to, to family dynamics. She would be able to answer any question in detail. If only her darling was a subject at school...

Now, if only Ryoba could take this information and use it to make her love fall for her too. Anytime Ryoba prepared herself to approach her, her tongue got caught in her throat and her palms became extremely sweaty. What if she rejected her? Ryoba couldn't take it.

What if Ryoba tried to talk to her darling and she said the wrong thing or couldn't speak at all?

Ryoba would just have to wait until she could work up the courage to tell her how she felt.

However, something would force her hand... or more like someone.

The phrase "blood boiling" never made any sense until now. Ryoba could feel blue flames spreading underneath her skin at the sight in front of her. A certain pink haired annoyance was talking hogging all your attention to you and laughing at something you said.

Trying to take her darling away from her.

I can't let her take her away from me, Ryoba became determined at that thought, she's already mine...

She just doesn't know it yet..