#i wrote most of this at 2am forgive my shitty wording

[shiny-jr]

oh my god that azul snippet when mc tries to leave.... I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH TBH. like imagine if yuu is tyring to get away from the lounge when they catch him doing underhanded things to get yuus relationships to fizzle and just as yuu was about to leave azul grabs onto them, begging them that it wasn't what it looked like or spewing excuses somewhere along those lines. looking back at what i read it sounds kinda shitty but I'm just spewing word vomit lmao

-Big Man Anon

Warning: Yandere stuff. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto.

Summary: Teary-eyed Azul begging for forgiveness.

Note: So y'all like desperate men, huh? (I wrote this like at 2AM last night on a google doc, promptly before passing out).

"It's over, Azul."

It felt like his heart broke in half upon hearing those words escape your lips. All because he had become too careless. All it took was one slip-up, one misstep, as he was oblivious to your presence in the shadows of the lounge while he frightened a poor unsuspecting student he had grown envious of when they sat beside you in a class for more than three days in a row. As he spoke ominous words that could vaguely be made out as threats, you eavesdropped without his knowledge. That was what led to this moment, you making the decision to break any contact with him due to his actions.

Ashengrotto inhaled sharply, it felt like a piece of glass pierced his arteries. Instantly, without thinking, he reached forward and gripped onto your sleeve, fueled by the newfound desperation and reemerging fear. "W-Wait, you don't understand––" 

"Oh, I understand perfectly." You hissed. "Involving me in these cruel acts of yours, making people avoid me, and doing great seven knows what else! This is exactly what I get for trusting you, isn’t it? I should've never given you another chance."

Shrinking down under your intense gaze, Azul's knees gave out and he fell in front of you. Even if you took a photograph with something like the ghost camera, no one would believe you if you said the Azul Ashengrotto was basically groveling on his knees in front of you, in his very own lounge no less. Usually it was the opposite way around. People were on their knees in front of him, begging for their debts to be forgiven.

His grip had moved to the cloth over your knee, gripping it tightly until his knuckles turned white, tears rimming his eyes. Everytime you even moved an inch, his grip would tighten and you had to wonder where he got his strength from. All you hear are excuses pouring out of his mouth, mixed in with pleas and offers, topped with the occasional choked back sob. You can't make sense of half of what he's saying by how he's clung to you and dug his face into the side of your leg. You're not sure if he was too ashamed to show his face so he hid it like this, or he just was that fearful of being torn apart.

"P-Please, understand, it was for you—"

"For me? Or for you?"

He sucks in a breath and shakes his head. "For us. Us. I’ll make up for it…!” More fat droplets of salty water had begun to sprout from his eyes as he spoke rapidly, “Whatever your heart desires shall be yours. What do you desire most? Say the word, and you shall have it. All I ask for in payment is to, please, don’t leave me!”