#yandere ayame

[animeyanderelover]

hey! if possible, id like to request general hc for akito, yuki, kyo, hatori, shigure, ayame, hatsuharu and ritsu.

So, I already discussed it and apparently this person only watched the 2001 anime version and for that was unaware of Akito being in reality a woman in the manga.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia, guilt-tripping, manipulation, jealousy, stalking, delusion, isolation, abduction, trauma, Akito in itself is plently a trigger warning

Yandere Fruits Basket Hc's

Sohma Yuki

🐭 Yuki suffers from a low self-esteem thanks to all of the abuse Akito put him through and has been stuck acting like the charming yet cold prince for a long time due to his belief that no one would love his true personality. So it's a must for him that his s/o is kind and understanding. He can't love anyone, he shouldn't with Akito there yet it happens anyways. Yuki can't seem to prevent his infatuation with you with every refreshing smile you give and how you carry yourself. The realization that he's fallen in love with you scares him to his core simply because he's terrified what Akito will do if she ever finds out. In an attempt to save you by avoiding you, he only hurts himself that much more. He can't get you out of his head and his heart clenches painfully when he sees how you're so completely unaffected by it whilst he's probably spent some nights crying because he longs for you so painfully much. He doesn't blame you though, after all he has never introduced himself to you.

🐭 This avoidance already showcases that Yuki is very protective, he knows what Hatori had to go through after all and it utterly terrifies him to think that he might end up putting you in such a situation too. Despite doing his best to not interact with you, he always watches you though and if he wouldn't be so popular, he might even go out to stalk you a bit. Cleary obsessed as he memorizes everything you say or do and whilst you might not pay it much mind when you greet him or help him with something since his anti-social and awkward side sometimes breaks out of him, he never forgets it as it makes him only fall more for you. It isn't until Tohru, Machi and Kakeru appear in his life and slowly help him to heal does he gain the courage to talk to you. He's admired you for a longer time from the distance so he feels flustered and nervous when he approaches you, heart pounding in his chest and palms clammy as he finally talks to you for the first time and turns completely lovesick.

🐭 He is prone to jealousy a lot which mainly ties into his low self-esteem and the fact that all he is able to do for months on end is watching you silently. It's selfish and dangerous to wish that you'd give him your smile and your laugh all the time but whenever he catches you acting very close to someone else, he gets quickly insecure and has to leave, tears stinging his eyes. Yuki can only direct his frustration at himself because he doesn't have the courage to talk to you, let you know that he also wants to be a part of your life. He always leaves whenever he sees something like that and ends up being depressed for the rest of the day, lamenting over his hurting heart. The insecurity never leaves him, not even after he's gained the courage to talk to you and befriend you nor even after the curse is broken and he's your boyfriend. The lingering fear to not be good enough and to be replacable always lingers inside his heart although to your pleasant surprise in front of certain people he expresses more confidence, maybe even slight arrogance.

🐭 Yuki has been traumatized with Akito's unstable and violent behavior so I feel like he'd be one of the last people who would want to inflict the same pain and fear on others. With his inner growth comes more confidence and more maturity so Yuki always attempts to talk about something to resolve a conflict. Generally talking though, I can totally see him manipulating the situation to paint him in the better light and let's be for real, he's very good at it. For the most part, he tries to avoid all conflict though and is most of the time anyways too focused on loving his darling and sucking up any affection they could give him like a dry sponge. He can fight quite good though and can be more snarky and say stuff that provokes the other person.

🐭 Behind his kind and very sweet behavior lies still a somewhat broken person and Yuki is far more possessive over his s/o than he lets on. He's been feeling lonely and isolated his entire life so after he's finally freed from his curse, he knows exactly that he wants to stay together with you for the rest of his life. It's genuinely not hard to fall in love with Yuki since he's so charming and loving to you. Sometimes he cracks though as his low confidence and his paranoia speak out of him where he grows desperate for some reassurance from you. He'd definitely guilt-trip his s/o if he's paranoid and afraid that they might leave him since he is somewhat clumsy and simply not good enough. He's extremely fragile at such moments. Whilst he should technically know that such emotional manipulation is toxic, Yuki is probably just more on a semi-aware side. The fear of rejection and abandonment outweighs his guilty consciousness.

🐭 He often feels insecure because he's often more clumsy and isn't a good cook although he tries his best to get better for his s/o. Sometimes you find him going to far though when he puts your needs in first place instead of his own which happens especially often when he wants to prove himself and feels stressed. He tends to overthink simple things such as when you ignore him or don't return the kiss he gives you. He's slightly shaken and thinks he's done something wrong although he always asks you first, doing his best to calm his paranoia and lingering trauma down. He's skittish with physical affection at first since he's been abused by Akito so you have to be gentle with him at first. He learns to love everything you do to express your love for him though and physical affection is included. You give him security and more confidence, have patience even with all of his relapses and Yuki desperately hopes that he can give you in return the love and care no one else can give you.

Sohma Shigure

🐕Summarizing Shigure up in one word is quite difficult simply because you have troubles making up your mind. What you can't deny is that he's quite annoying at times as he always seems to visit the places where he's bound to find you and doesn't shy away from being very friendly with approaching you. Behind that laid-back and light-hearted facade, Shigure is very hyper-aware of his own feelings though. He knows that he's just a tad bit too obsessed with his darling but the undeniably worst thing about Shigure is that he doesn't care about his toxic mind. He knows himself best and for that is aware that he's far too possessive to leave you alone anyways so why should he feel guilty? That possessive emotion of his is quite fearsome though as he's willing to hurt the feelings of other people, sometimes even including you, and is ready to sacrifice everything if it will guarantee that he can be with you.

🐕Exceptionally manipulative too and his normally goofy behavior helps him to conceal his true side. He's annoying but appears harmless in your eyes although you already have a good hunch what he wants from you. You can't deny that the wise advices he gives you at times or moments where he's made you laugh with his silly behavior haven't helped you at least a bit. That's why you endure him in your life and that is according to Shigure's plans. A lot of his actions have a hidden motive or some plan behind it all such as the time where he makes acquaintance with people you socialize with and get all friendly with them only to use them to find out more about you. He's a shameless stalker too who waits for you in spots you pass by quite often to bump into you there, although he won't outright deny your claims that he's been here on purpose to find you. It's a bit risky, gambling like this whilst fully aware how Akito might react but Shigure can't help but find this all a bit entertaining.

🐕Despite being the oldest of the zodiac signs, when it comes to Shigure getting hurt emotionally, he's without a doubt the most immature and petty one. He wants his darling only for himself if he could do so and whilst he hides it well behind his silly mask, he secretly despises about everyone who is close to you. It doesn't even have to make a difference whether the interaction is purely platonic or gives romantic undertones, he finds a way to interfere somehow. You can't expect him to be decent enough to let you live your life after all. No, he has to be always part of it and ruin you quite a few things. Worst is though that he can be petty enough to effectively ignore you for a few days just to have you approach him and ask him if he's fine. Worry about him, but forget all about that other person.

🐕Self-serving, selfish, cunning and deceptive. Shigure is a menace and there's no way to put that lightly or in any positive way. He's willing to cause people around him pain and ruin even you relationships. That makes him the worst person you've ever met and who everyone in general can be unfortunate enough to meet but he doesn't care. Not as long as he can have you. Shigure is a master manipulator who manages to make the people around him always look worse than him. Friendships or even ties with your potential lover or crush will be cut by him and he will spread rumors and lies about you and the people you hang out with. He watches then from the sidelines how you end up having argument after argument and take devastating blows to your heart before he always comes in and cheers you up. It's only a question until you find out about his true personality though.

🐕Whilst Shigure can drag you into harm's way and sometimes does so willingly, he knows better than to repeat a Hatori situation with Akito. Kidnapping you isn't possible as long as the curse still lasts but he's fooled almost everyone else so far and he can do the same with you. You're most likely a bit sceptical around him anyways and truthfully, Shigure wants it that way at times. It's cute in his opinion to see you on your toes around him. At other times he just wants you to rely solely on him and for that fools around with the ties you have. Bad experiences regarding the friendships and strong ties you have with others makes you more cautious to get to know new people and causes you to cling more to him because he made himself look like the only person who sticks through with you. Strangely enough even when you discover what inhumane things he's done all along and demand him to leave you alone, he doesn't abduct you. No, instead all emotions leave his face and he promises you that he'll never leave you alone. You will be his, sooner or later.

🐕When the curse is finally broken and everyone is free to go, Shigure goes all out of his way. If he hasn't been able to properly touch you before, he will now absolutely smother you in affection. Bonus if you're bashful and embarrassed about it because then he'll do it to just rile you up a bit. People like Ayame and Hatori most likely know about his interest in you even before the curse is broken and also about his twisted ways of courting you but Shigure finds it all rather entertaining how they attempt to convince him that this isn't the right way to do it. It's better to always be on edge with Shigure around since you never know what's going on inside his head. He could be on one day an annoying and clingy man who dotes on you and teases you simultanously and on the next day gets all possessive and willing to even attack you emotionally to release some of his petty emotions when you've made him angry in some way.

Sohma Kyo

🐈Kyo wears his emotions on his sleeves and for that has an easier time socializing than Yuki has yet he is very adament to avoid and reject his darling as often as he can. He's very aggressive about the fact that he loves his darling and keeps his fair distance from them as he is used to people in his life only pitying and hating him and doesn't want to witness you undergoing the same process. Additionally he doesn't think that he's deserving of your love and affection either since he's terrified of hurting you. So every time you try to talk with him or every time someone asks him if he harbors feelings for you, he reacts brash and defensive, ends up saying something that will hurt you and your feelings and he feels incredibly guilty later on but he tells himself that it's the right thing to do. He stalks his darling a lot though.

🐈Watching over his darling from the shadows fills him simultanously with longing as much as with happiness. He wants to be with you too but knows that he'll be locked away after he finishes high school. You'd only get hurt if he would get close to you right now only to be left by him then because he can't do anything against his cursed fate. Kyo is extremely overprotective though and will do whatever he can to make you happy, puts your own needs actively above his own as well as his happiness. He always steps in as soon as someone makes you uncomfortable to protect you from then even if it ends up putting him into a situation where you want to thank him and feel the need to get to know him better. Underneath all that stubborn and aggressive behavior is in reality a very sensitive and affectionate person though who is just too traumatized and afraid to be hurt by you, the one person he's so in love with.

🐈He has a hard time really suppressing his jealousy but doesn’t want to to show his own feelings so initially Kyo just resorts to avoiding the scene as good as he can. He’s visibly stressed for the rest of the day though as the image won’t leave his head and serves to only make him even more irritated. He’s going to be a lot more brash and sharp-tongued if he meets the person again too. He mellows out after he has successfully managed to overcome his insecurities and decide to just enjoy the time he has left with you. That doesn’t deter his jealous streak quite obviously but Kyo wants his darling to be happy and feels inferior and not in the right to interfere with people you’ve been friends with and known for way longer than him. The boy is still bound to snap when he realizes that someone flirts with you and he’s really intimidating when he’s really pissed. Glowing, orange eyes staring at whoever thinks that they can just carelessly flirt with you because they take you for easy and the clear way he steps in front of you to shield you from their vision.

🐈Definitely one to get quicker aggressive and defensive over you than some others. Kyo can be a hothead and at times very possessive but he matures emotionally over time and learns to at least control his temper a bit better even if it still bursts out at times. The moment someone harms his s/o though and puts them under unnecessary stress, he is quick to get triggered due to his overprotective side. He’s very skilled in martial arts and it has been one of his biggest passions in his life before he met people he can trust and his darling so he’s quite obviously really good in it. He tends to stop thinking rationally for a bit when someone truly messes with his darling as he’s utterly consumed by rage.

🐈He never tries to dream about living together with his darling as he’s aware of his looming fate but that doesn’t stop his thoughts from betraying him at times. It makes his whole chest ache. You might even marry someone else later in your life and that thought infuriated him as much as it makes him depressed. He’s such a fool for letting his feelings escalate that far. After the curse is broken and he’s freed from Akito, he’s in shock as he slowly begins to realize that he will now be able to spend his future together with you. He’s free to be with you and when the truth finally sinks in, he storms to your place and the first thing he does is giving you a tight hug, something he couldn’t and/or didn’t want to initiate so far. With nothing to hold him back anymore, Kyo becomes as determined as obsessed to stay with you.

🐈Whilst he mellows out and grows softer after his curse is broken and he can finally be with his darling, his obsession also cranks up a good notch. He’s been holding back so far because he kept repeating Akito’s words inside his head, thought that it would be useless and hurt and tormented himself with it. There’s nothing to hold him back though as soon as the shackles of the cat zodiac are gone, everything that he has been trying and failing to bury deep inside of him bursts all at once out of him. Kazuma knew pretty much all along and is delighted when he finally gets to meet you, although Kyo is constantly a bit on edge since he fears that Kazuma will tell you something embarrassing about him. Common for most Zodiac members but Kyo is quite starved for affection and gets grumpy when you don’t give him any.

Sohma Hatori

🐉Hatori has resigned himself to the belief that he doesn't deserve any love since he has hurt people by erasing memories. Yuki's friends, Momiji's own mother and his own lover Kana has caused him to develop a rather low opinion of himself. Loving someone again isn't his intention so the experience of gaining an infatuation with his s/o is a scarring one. He's hurt already enough people and the personal trauma of what Akito did to Kana push him to distance himself as good as he can. You shouldn't get involved with him nor with any of the Sohma since it's safest for you. Very lucid about his own feelings too and it does nothing to help his already low self-esteem. There's fear and trauma as much as there is a low-key possessive longing somewhere inside his chest, one that suffocates him yet he's unwilling to let you suffer for his own selfish emotions.

🐉At the same time Hatori is also awfully protective over his s/o and if you two happen to cross paths, he can't help but let his eyes constantly wander to you. Any sign of stress or sickness from your side causes him to feel instantly the need to check on you and even dote on you slightly. If he catches you ignoring your own health in favor of going outside and working, he will usher you instantly back to take a day off and caters to your needs. It's wrong, Hatori shouldn't get himself so actively involved but he can't help himself whenever he sees that you're physically or emotionally unwell. He eventually decides to stop the constant attempts to distance himself since he always comes back to you, settles on becoming an acquaintance in your life who you can trust. He doesn't want to take it any further though but his darling always manages to break his already fragile resolve once again.

🐉Composure is one of the key words for Hatori together with his overall kindness. He isn't petty like Shigure is nor is he as open with his emotions as Kyo and even his insecurities are better tamed than some other of the zodiac signs. His darling makes them happy and if he can somehow help them feeling better and brighten up their daily life, he absolutely will. Hatori is rational, he has to be since his somewhat more unhealthy feelings are a silent burden on him at times. He's all about icy politeness and arctic stares when he's jealous, slightly passive-aggressive with a tad bit more edge to his words. He isn't as possessive as some other members are but definitely feels the need to be when someone is overly nice to you which leads to slightly more affection from his side, as much as he can give his s/o if his curse should hinder him.

🐉It's rather interesting considering that he could just erase someone's memories with hypnosis but I feel he's done it too often and has harmed others because of it that he's become hesitant and unwilling to use it at all. Honestly, Hatori is rather tame and is someone who prefers to talk then to harm others, something he believes he has done enough already. His overall kindness gets a tad bit tainted by his obsession though which leads in certain situations to anger and hatred that isn't typical for him and startles him a bit when he reflects on it. Before anything can happen though, he would always opt for hypnosis and prevent and accident before it can happen. He always has to keep his darling away from that person afterwards though and vice versa since there's no guarantee that the memories he has erased will stay hidden forever.

🐉Considering that he's been imprisoned for years because of his curse, Hatori values your own choices and personal freedom very much and similar to most members of the Sohma family, it's only after the curse is broken that he is truly able to think about his own future. There's always only been one thing he wanted ever since you shined on him like a single star of guidance in the darkness he was imprisoned in. Hatori wants to stay with his darling and he's very open to admit that to them as soon as he's freed. Probably the one who can lead the most normal relationship with you although at times when he's very worried about you or gets a bit paranoid, he becomes a tad bit more controlling.

🐉All the care and love he provides aside, it's probably quite good for his own mental and emotional health too when his darling is with him. He doesn't allow himself to indulge in some basic human needs like eating and sleeping which somewhat makes him a hypocrite since he points it out to you immediately when you skip a meal or couldn't sleep very well on one night. So you sometimes have to straight-up push him to bed or insist that you won't eat anything until he has consumed something too. You might be sometimes a bit too persistent but it shows that you care for him and that always manages to flatter Hatori in the end. Considering that his own profession is one of a doctor, he's almost always the one who caters to your needs and nurses you back to health when you fall ill and yes, he can't deny that this boils also partially down to pride of being able to provide for you and protect you, something he wasn't able to do in his past.

Sohma Ayame

🐍Ayame was never really traumatized and hurt by Akito which is why he's in comparison to other members of the Sohma clan not as shackled down and emotionally damaged. Instead he's flamboyant, confident and vivacious. When he falls in love with you though, he loves with his entire mind and heart and that definitely gives him a fine obsession as he's not able to keep you out of his head. Admittedly, Ayame doesn't even try much to help it as he throws himself almost willingly into his never-ending infatuation. Mine catches him more than once daydreaming about you with a grin on his face and just him waiting hopefully for ou to enter his shop again. Whenever you do, he tries to keep you busy and with him as long as he can since he absolutely despises to be away from you. He's clingy and his presence at times almost overwhelming which admittedly allowed him to get your number so now you have him spamming you and calling you multiple times a day just to hear your voice.

🐍Ayame is highly affectionate and if he can touch his s/o, they will be drowned in hugs and smooches as this man has zero shame about the public display of affection. If he can't be physically too affectionate then he does about anything else, which he also already does if he can be as touchy as he wants to be. All cheesy and romantic nicknames you can imagine, presents and cute gifts and he even designs couple outfits for the both of you and starts pouting when you refuse to wear them. What's worth mentioning is that the gorgeous man is highly delusional as everything others may perceive as wrong and creepy, he perceives as a sign of his dedication and love. Whether he just follows you around outside since he can't bear being separated from you or coaxes friends of yours to tell him stuff about you, it all just shows to him how much he loves you. He in fact sees you as his missing half, as his soulmate of sorts because why else would he adore you as much as he does?

🐍Ayame is even with his sometimes downright ridiculous behavior deep down still deeply possessive over his sweetheart. That is only fueled by his delusion that his darling is basically his soulmate. Only his. He’s an attention whore, loves it when his sweetheart pays attention to him and only him and starts sulking and pouting fast when that isn’t the case. Ayame is an exception among many Zodiac signs since the man is quite confident in himself and knows that he looks gorgeous, not to mention that his delusions give him this additional boost that really just makes him a bit arrogant. He gives your counterpart little to no chance to talk much with you as he does almost anything to interrupt you to and get your attention back on him, is very extra whenever he introduces himself to your acquaintances. Ayame calls himself already your lover even if you don’t see it that way.

🐍The eccentric man is probably more malicious and cunning than he lets on at times but that mainly stems from the fact that most of the time he has better things to do than waste his time on others. What could be after all more important than paying attention to his darling sweetheart? He draws a very clear line though when it comes to someone potentially thinking about courting you since you’re already his lover. He’s aware that you might not think of it the same way as he does but he’s even more convinced that eventually you’ll realize your mistake and see things just as he already does. His zodiac sign is the snake and that animal is known for it’s cunning and manipulative nature so just don’t underestimate him.

🐍Despite the freedom he’s able to enjoy in comparison to his younger brother, the tragedy of Kana and Hatori still serves as a reminder of what might happen if he were to ask Akito for your hand in marriage. So even if Ayame persuades a relationship with you rather freely, he’ll still keep it a secret from Akito. He always calls you over to his shop for the most ridiculous and trivial reasons and essentially keeps you there with him for hours, more than just once so that you can give him your opinion on clothes and even wear them, he adores it to see you wearing the dresses he makes, no matter your gender. He always run the risk of transforming when the temperature is either too hot or too cold so it’s safest for you and him to stay in his shop. He’s already quite overbearing but surprisingly he still holds back due to the looming threat of Akito. He goes fully out the moment he’s no longer cursed as the snake.

🐍That’s meant quite literally because in the very moment where his curse is broken, he instantly seeks you out and proposes to you. He’s bought the ring already a long time before but had to wait . He probably would have proposed to you even with the curse but now that he has quite literally nothing to worry about, he asks you for your hand in marriage. His clingy behavior only intensifies as the man is up your ass every waking second. Hands are always somewhere on you and he is unashamed enough to even walk in when you plan to shower or take a bath and insists that he should join you. He doesn’t have to hold you a secret from others either so he always rambles and gushes over how sweet and beautiful you are in front of his friends and younger brothers, flaunts you in front of everyone.

Sohma Hatsuharu

🐮Hatsuharu basically has two personalities where he is very calm and placid as "White Haru" and very foul-mouthed and aggressive as "Black Haru". Due to that he expresses his own feelings very differently depending on which Haru he currently is. Overall Hatsuharu is frighteningly nonchalant about the whole aspect of his own obsession though. Whilst he is aware about how this technically isn't something that is healthy and does attempt to not turn too overbearing and potentially hurt you, he doesn't really worry about ti overall too much. He deals very relaxed with it and isn't that shy to at least approach you and talk to you differently from even some guys here older than him. He still has to be careful with everything since Akito is still a threat. He attempts to follow you around and stalk you but has been shown to have a terrible sense of direction so he more than once gets lost the moment he loses sight of you.

🐮His terrible sense of direction is frequently taken advantage off by him though since the person he asks in most cases for help when he gets lost is usually you. A bit dirty but Hatsuharu has little to no shame. Black Haru has even less shame than he does and it happens that he gets triggered in cases wher his possessive or overprotective side flares up. Hatsuharu is almost casual about his possessive and protective tendencies but Black Haru is a completely different story. He's aggressive, gets in fights, provokes and insults others and is not even afraid to make it clear to you that he'll be your boyfriend at some point, even if he isn't now. Until then you better not fall for everyone else because he'll scare everyone away threatening to steal your heart before he does and he is even quite touchy with you in such times, especially if he has nothing to worry about.

🐮Jealousy is an ugly feeling, one that has someone's blood boiling when he sees you being affectionate with someone else or when he catches some fool daring to flirt with what's his. Hatsuharu does make attempts to try to push down his black side simply because he knows that his vast switch in personality tends to scare you at times and make you uncomfortable and he cares a lot for you. There's nothing he can really do once he gets triggered though and in his black personality he has very little to no shame. He's violent, loud and rude and ready to start a fight with anyone who he deems in that moment as a rival for him. Black Haru is also quite confident, brags about himself in front of you and is a total show off.

🐮If it's fight someone wants, fights they shall get. White Haru is passive-aggressive, a prankster who embarrasses people without resorting to violence. This is the more pleasant way to deal with him since he knows how bad he can be in his black personality which is why he gives someone who has been getting on his nerves lately for stressing you or trying to ask you out always receives a warning from him beforehand. If he snaps though, Black Hatsu won't hold back at all with his punches and kicks and tends to leave someone with bruises which will last and hurt for weeks. It becomes especially brutal if someone actually harms his s/o because he snaps just like that and sees red for a while. Because of that, Yuki, Momoji and Kyo tend to supervise him a bit because god knows what he might otherwise do to someone who has been messing with you. It's most of the time effective to just quickly retrieve you and have you stop Hatsuharu.

🐮Hatsuharu has already made the decision that he wants to live his life together with his s/o and he doesn't care what Akito might say about this. At the same time he will do absolutely everything to keep this a secret from her as well since he knows that she might do otherwise some horrifying thing to you that might traumatize you permanently. He will still try to enter a relationship with you even if he has to keep it a secret because he literally can't control himself otherwise. Black Haru tends to come out more often as soon as he hasn't been able to see you for a whole day or when someone has made a move on you which bothers him and worsens his mood for the rest of the day. Similar to Ayame, he's very shameless in his approach as soon as his curse has been broken and he literally asks you if you'd like to move in with him. His whole behavior at this point just screams "choose me".

🐮He spends a lot of money on his wardrobe and ends up buying his s/o lots of clothes too, his favorite is leather so expect a lot of that. Alternatively he just adores seeing how you wear his clothes since it is a small boost to see you walking around in what he normally wears. You are genuinely the person who can keep him the most effectively calm which is why his friends always run to you the moment he switches to Black Haru and goes out of control. Admittedly, one of the main reasons he turns is when he isn't able to find or see you. It's the worst when he's had an argument with you, you ignore him or even reject him and his affection though since this leads him to having essentially a mental breakdown which takes him a long time to recover from and that only when you help him with it.

Sohma Ritsu

🐵This man stays the heck away from his darling but the fear of Akito is in this case not even the main reason. He's plagued with insecurities, has an inferiority complex and deep issues when it comes to his own self-esteem and deems himself to be utterly useless and to only be a burden. What could he possibly do to enrich your life somhow with his presence? He's such a disappointment after all, you'd be better off not knowing him. Ritsu sees everything wrong with him but he deeply adores and loves his s/o, thinks of them as perfect even if they obviously also have things they're terrible in. His anxiety makes it about impossible for him to approach you properly because if he as much as sees you passing by anywhere he already topples over and turns into a clumsy mess. The only thing he seems to be able to do is stalk you for a very long while, too insecure to do anything else. He's beyond horrified of you thinking badly of him and since he has some suicidal tendencies as it is, this would only drag him even further down.

🐵For Ritsu his darling becomes really important though when he decides to live for their sake. He's always questioned what his reason for life was after all and at one point is genuinely convinced that you are his reason for being born. This thought consumes his mind and turns him into a somewhat delusional person even if he still knows that doing hings like stalking you is still creepy and he loathes himself for doing this. You'd surely be disgusted with him if you'd ever find out. He feels like fainting when you actually approach him and talk to him since you've noticed him for a while now although you're surprised to find out that he's in fact a man. Something Ritsu instantly apologizes for. He is prone to overreacting and apologizing for every little thing so that is something that you have to get used to if you want to hang out with him. The worst is that he knows that his behavior might tire you out which only pushes him into more anxiety and leads to more tears and apologies.

🐵He feels like crying, he genuinely feels like crying more than anything. His jealousy always ends in an overwhelming pain and insecurities because he has poor social skills and is very well aware of that. Undeniably one of the most toxic thing he does is putting himself through al of the pain though as he is just as aware of the fact that separating himself from you would hurt even more. He can't give you what so many others in this world could give you, he's too useless for that. It should be enough already that you accepted him into your life as the wreck he is. He never tells you either about his problems because you have better things to do than listen to his trivial feelings. He always lets it out when he's home though, bursting out in tears and regretting and hating himself for his own cowardice. He really is a good-for-nothing, is he?

🐵He couldn't hurt a fly, let's be real here. Ritsu is probably the most harmless guy to have. He's too kind-hearted and gentle to be malicious to anyone, at the same time would rather die than witness his darling having any troubles which sadden them and cause them pain. Funnily enough witnessing how you end up in a risky situation gives him enough adrenaline to shortly go beyond his comfort zone and shield you before basically making a run for it with you together. He's rather self-sacrificing, doesn't care if he has to suffer for you if it means that you will end up being better off because of it. It's the least he can do to help you, isn't it? At least he can be of some use then for you. Alternatively he asks some of the other zodiac members for help as he learns to have a bit more faith in himself with passing time.

🐵He's one of the few members who has been shown having a good relationship with his mother and she has always wished that he'd find someone who would accept him. Ritsu isn't exactly discreet about his crush, the only one he is always careful around is Akito. His mother knows about you at some point though and invites you over to their onsen, something that nearly causes Ritsu to pass out again because what if he says something or does something that might insult you? Ritsu has to spend a good portion of the day with his darling though to prevent himself from suffering from a lasting meltdown and for that he's extremely clingy. Sure, he always trails a few steps behind you and steps back when you're conversating with someone else, otherwise he might as well look like your little duckling. Of course he wants to be together with you, he admits that tearfully to his mother when she asks him but he's feeling like he won't be able to give you anything in return for the love you provide him with.

🐵The whole co-dependency follows you through the whole time as Ritsu continues to hail you as his reason to be born. His darling would definitely have to be the patient and encouraging type though to help him slowly gain more self-confidence in himself and therefore be a major part in his character development. In Ritsu's eyes most likely the most important person. When the curse eventually fades away, he's finally freed from the last shackles that might have prevented him from fully wanting to spend his entire life with you. He's nervous when he approaches you for the first time dressed as a male in fear you might not like him in this appearance. Sometimes the habits of frantically apologizing and blaming himself for everything return to him just as much as the sometimes unhealthy signs of the co-dependent attachment Ritsu has developed over time and won't be able to get rid of ever. The delusion that he lives for your sake and that you helped him gaining more confidence are still present on his mind and he wouldn't be able to know what he should do with himself if you wouldn't be with him.

Sohma Akito

⚫️Congratulations, you're screwed. Akito is mentally unstable, insane, short-tempered and above all awfully possessive. If her darling has managed to gain her twisted and wicked heart, she will cling to them with everything she has. Akito has some issues going on herself with the emotional abuse Ren put her through and for that is in a way almost desperate to be loved but in order to achieve that she expresses it in horrible and inhumane ways. Her obsession with keeping the zodiac signs by her side and having the male ones essentially only loving her, she becomes overly focused on having her darling only love her to the point where she sort of drops her attention from the zodiacs as she is now obsessed with having her darling love her. Because her darling is no zodiac though and for that she isn't their god, there is a deep fear inside Akito's core that she might not be anything special to you and that thought disturbs her whilst at the same time clinging to the words of her father and thinking that she is in fact "special" and for that entitled to your affection.

⚫️Her possessive tendencies really only allows herself in your life as she forces you pretty much into everything. She is no more lonely now that she has you but you on the other hand end up losing everyone you had since Aktio flips out when you do as much as mention someone else in front of her. You have her! Forget them and just focus on her! Her mood can range from her sitting silently next to you to throwing angrily furniture around and whilst in most cases she is genuinely calmer when you're with her, you can just as easily set her off when she realizes that you aren't happy with her and in fact want to be with the people you love. You can't fathom how she can't understand that what she puts you through and what she has done to other Sohma family members is wrong whilst Akito at the same time can't really understand why you would blame her. No one ever taught her what's right or wrong, she's been as spoiled as traumatized during her childhood so it's either that she genuinely can't see her terrifying obsession as wrong or she chooses to actively not care.

⚫️Don't. Just don't. Not with someone like Akito who actively demands for you to show her your affection. Akito is immensely jealous and prone to her violent tantrums and outbursts and if you know her only a bit, you know what she's capable of. She won't allow anyone besides herself inside your life and your heart besides herself so you're better staying quiet because mentioning even a name can set her off and throw her into a nightmarish jealous frenzy. She's hurt other people before who stole the attention of her zodiac animals away from her so she's very much capable of doing the same to the people you hold dear, even your family members wouldn't be spared from her. She forbids you pretty much to love anyone else besides her.

⚫️It isn't really necessary to talk too much about that topic since Akito is pretty self-explaining already. She harshly punishes everyone who tries to take away what's hers and that has never been more true with her darling. The woman is cruel to everyone who does as much as waste some of your time she wants and demands you to spend with her and doesn't hold back from blaming you either, especially if you call her out for the terrible things she does. You should know better after all! Since Akito is a feared and respected woman and the head of the Sohma family, almost no one has enough guts to interact too much with you and risk meeting the furious jealousy and rage of Akito though which leaves you just as isolated as Akito.

⚫️Considering that her darling is the only person that can keep her somewhat calm and pacify her, you're pretty much never allowed to leave her side. Most of your days are spent secluded in the Sohma mansion by her side and the maids who serve her are no help to you at all. Some of them are too terrified to help you and others pretty much just chide you for wanting to leave Akito's side since she is the God of this family and allow her and actively help her to keep you imprisoned. The woman is awfully clingy, wants you extremely close to her with some sort of physical affection all of the time and if she has to leave, you're always forced to tag along with her. She's paranoid, fears that as soon as she leaves you alone someone will make a move and for that you're never allowed out of her vision.

⚫️Akito is the worst Yandere to have since she's openly violent, abuses others and manipulates and guilt-trips her own darling into staying with her as well. You're going to be emotionally scarred one way or another although she never seems to physically hurt you, at least not deliberately. With the way she functions and rages on, chances are that you end up getting hurt within all the chaos and her fuming wrath. As soon as she realizes that she's hurt you though, she drops whatever else she was doing just seconds before and shouts for the maids to help you, shaking hands grabbing you too harshly for your own comfort to see whatever damage she has inflicted upon you. The tamest you'll probably ever see her is when the two of you are completely alone and you've essentially learned the hard way how to keep her from exploding where she reminds you at times of a insecure child as she constantly clings to you, asks you if you love her and demands you to show her that in all sorts of affection.

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Today's Anti-Kawaii Character of The Day is AYAME Blackburn from Killer7! She parodies the Magical Girl genre (especially in her Beta design) and gives off Gurokawa vibes! She also fits into the Yandere and Otaku archetypes!

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Propaganda:

There exists a canon Yuno Gasai asmr track officially released only in Japan:

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#17

Tuesday

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“Thank you for the help, Sho.” Ayano says, deciding to look pleasant and showing him a small smile.

Yesterday, Ayano had taken it upon herself to ask Uekiya what brand of fertilizer she usually used. After receiving the answer, decided that this time, she could use a bunch of her allowance in order to buy the fertilizer in order to help with both clubs. That would certainly help with her reputation, although it could also give her the reputation of a rich student… She’d have to see later if that affected her negatively at all.

Anyway, Ayano had placed all of the fertilizer in a wagon and left it just outside her home for her to bring it to school today. After rolling it all the way to the entrance of the Akademi grounds, she realized how exhausting it would be to roll it up the hill that led to the school entrance itself. Sho happened to be entering the school grounds as well, so she ended up asking him for help.

Sho allowed himself to smile a bit, seeming to appreciate the thanks that Ayano had offered him. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you asked me.” He says, before chuckling slightly, “Or, I guess I should say I’m glad I popped up before Budo?”

Ayano shrugs a bit, “Perhaps.”

“What’s all this fertilizer for anyway? It looks like a lot- and one of those expensive brands, too. I didn’t think you were in the Gardening Club.” Sho commented curiously, looking at the several bags of heavy fertilizer.

“I’m not. I’m just doing a favor for them, I hope.” Ayano responds, folding her hands together in front of her. “It didn’t cost much. They had a deal where if you buy five then the whole purchase was half-off. So the cost was… in all a bit over $70.” She shrugs briefly. “Better than $120. It’d probably be best to leave that to the school budget for the clubs, after all. I only bought this so that it was more convenient for the gardening club to work with the drama club for this week’s show.”

Sho raises his eyebrows in slight surprise. “That’s awfully generous of you, isn’t it?” He says, although internally he seemed to be contemplating if it was more generous or unnecessary. Ayano was contemplating that, too, frankly.

Ayano simply shrugs again at his comment as they reach the school gates, which is when she stops and takes the handle herself. “I’ll take this the rest of the way.” She says, bowing slightly. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome, Ayano.” Sho smiles with a wave before heading inside to get to his club. Once he leaves, Ayano heads to the gardening club. After she delivered this, she planned on looking into those lights that Riku was working so hard on.

When Ayano walked inside of the Gardening Club, she saw that Scilla was the only one inside. In Uekiya’s place, he seemed to be pruning some plants inside of the greenhouse. He turned to tend to another plant, but noticed Ayano walk in with the large wagon behind her. He looked at her curiously, fixing his glasses before placing his scissors in his pocket and walking out of the greenhouse. “Hi.. Hi, Ayano. What brings you here? With..” Scilla looks down to the wagon, leaning over a bit to take a peek of what’s inside. “...that’s a lot of fertilizer.”

Ayano nods. “Yeah. I heard that the gardening club was lacking in a lot of the fertilizer they were supposed to get, so I went ahead and bought it for them. You can set this aside somewhere if you want and tell Uekiya whenever she comes back if you want.” She offered, rolling the wagon up to him.

Scilla raises his eyebrows in surprise. “That must’ve cost a lot. You’ll have to speak to Kizana about paying you back.”

“I didn’t plan on being paid back.” Ayano claims, crossing her arms. “I did it as a favor. There’s no need to worry about me being paid.” She assured him, raising her hands nonchalantly. “I do have some more errands to run, though, so I’ll see you around.”

Scilla either didn’t know what to say or didn’t bother to say anything as he watched her leave. He waved a little, before looking down at the fertilizer. “...that’s a lot of pounds, too.” He sighs, not looking forward to pulling the wagon out of the way.

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“Now, Taro.” Kizana strides over to him, reaching her hands up to his neck with a fabric ribbon, hanging it around his neck. “An important thing about acting is how you as the actor feel. And the only thing you should be feeling, frankly, is how the character feels.” She pats the fabric ribbon. “Tie that.” And then turns around to grab a separate accessory.

“A great way to feel how the character feels is to look like the character.” Kizana pauses, puckering her lips in thought as she looks at a different colored fabric ribbon. “Well. Sometimes. I tell you, I had bought an original version of Juliet’s dress for reference, but when I tried it on it was a drea��” She turns back around to face Taro and holds up the ribbon in her hand to the ribbon around his neck.

Kizana then pauses as she looks at what Taro’s done with the ribbon. A simple shoelace-tie! No, simpler than that… all he’d done is tie it into a knot! “I…Taro, what is that?”

Taro opened his mouth, but closed it again as his face went red. His face looked like it was mixed with guilt and embarrassment. “...I.. tied it..?”

With a judgemental look, Kizana folds her arms. This further made Taro feel ashamed of his mistake. “...sorry. I.. don’t know how to tie a bowtie like this.”

“Hmph.” Kizana huffs, reaching her hands up to tie it herself. “Well, you should have asked. I say, sometimes you remind me of Shozo with how stubbornly he insists on working alone. How am I meant to correct you lot if you don’t come to me with your doubts?” She sighs, shaking her head and pulling away from the finished bowtie. “And there you are. I suppose we’ll move onto… bow tying etiquette sometime later.”

Taro shows an embarrassed expression and simply looks down as Kizana continues walking around the back of the club room.

“Anyway.” Kizana tosses her ponytail over her shoulder- as she somehow found a way to do with any hairstyle she had. This current hairstyle was a single high ponytail tossed and curled to rest on the left side of her head. Still, of course, she had roses keeping her ponytail in place.

Kizana turns around to pick up a piece of paper from the desk in the back corner. “Here, let’s say you’re… hm… one of these soldiers. Ah, let’s see…” She hums in thought, twirling her finger around the end of her ponytail as she reads the paper a few times over. “Alright.” She sets the sheet of paper down and faces Taro.

“I will give you a situation. You are a knight- not anything spectacular, but anyone to be stepped on either. Your job, generally speaking, is to protect the kingdom- and most importantly- the royalty that rules over the kingdom.” Kizana starts, raising a hand to her chest in a dramatic, animated manner. “The night is the same as any other, outside of rumors of the princess having constant meetings, perhaps even an affair with some… mysterious man outside of her fiance. Of course, it’s not your job to gossip, so what does it matter in this situation?” Taro nods slowly, unsure of where Kizana is going exactly. Suddenly, he’s shocked by Kizana letting out a sharp, ghastly gasp and pointing up to the ceiling. “But, oh goodness! What is that, over there?!”

Bewildered, Taro looks over to where Kizana is pointing, but not seeing anything significant. “Is that some… shadowy figure sneaking into the princess’ room via her large, unlocked and open window with the aesthetically placed vines crawling up to it? Whatever shall you do, Sir Taro?!” The purple-haired girl asked in a very convincing horrified tone, although her sarcasm helps Taro understand that this was all hypothetical.

After a moment of silence, Kizana glares at Taro. This actually helped Taro realize that he was meant to respond outside of watching her dramatic acting. “O-Oh, um. I’ll.. climb after him?”

Kizana nods, thinking for just a moment before continuing. “Alright, you climb after him! But thanks to your loud, clanky, and frankly very unfashionable suit of armor, he anticipates your eventual arrival! Oh no! You’re thrown off instantly, and the unfashionable armor does very little to break your fall. Consider yourself a dead man, Sir Taro!”

“Oh, okay…” Taro holds a hand up to his chin in thought, “That’s a bit underwhelming. Um, okay, so instead of climbing up with my armor, do I take it off? I- I have clothes underneath, right..?” He asks, his face going red a bit as he hoped that Kizana wasn’t too literal about this whole hypothetical situation.

Kizana laughs. “Great idea! Thanks to American 14th century logic, you have armor padding underneath! Congratulations, Sir Taro!” Kizana looks up again, as if actually seeing the tower as she points up. “You scale the tower without your clanky, unfashionable armor on! But stripping the metals off took so long, the princess and whomever snuck into her room had already fled through her open bedroom door! What do you do?!”

“Um, I… chase after them! A-Are there no guards outside her bedroom?” Taro asks, glad at least to not have been dead yet.

“When you walk out of the room, you see your fellow- armored- guards strewn across the floor! The only hint for where they could’ve gone is the trail of bodies leading you down the right side of the hallway. What do you do?!” Kizana asks, putting her hands on her hips with a smile. “Think quick!”

“I-I head to the right- as quickly as possible! Do I catch up to them?” Taro tries his best to copy Kizana’s dramatic speech, but can’t help but shrink back whenever she does due to the sheer force behind her voice.

Kizana nods, “That you do, Sir Taro! Thanks to your quick thinking and lighter feet due to the lack of armor, you catch up to them!”

Taro smiles, glad that this was taking a more positive turn, but his optimism is immediately shot down by Kizana’s next statement. “But, alas! The mysterious man is not only armored, but has the strength and skill to take down several armored and armed knights! And he’s probably better looking, too! Who knew?!” Kizana exclaims, tossing her hand to her forehead dramatically.

Before Taro can comment on Kizana’s last comment, she continues with an expression of faux dread. “The foolish knight that is Sir Taro falls in .5 seconds due to his foolish decision, too-” Kizana raises a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh and quickly continues, “-to chase after an evident murdering maniac with the strength of a dozen men with nothing but armor padding!”

Kizana lets out a laugh, which proves to be contagious as Taro fails to be upset at the unfortunate turn of events and laughs as well.

“Oh, my, what made you think that that was a good idea?” Kizana asks, her voice still light with laughter.

Taro shrugs a bit, looking embarrassed, but still enjoying the whole scenario. “Um.. plot armor?” He says unsurely.

“Ha! Regular armor would have made that a better idea, Sir Taro. Or alerting guards outside, or turning to go alert the king and queen.” Kizana waves her hand dismissively. “Oh, well. You can always learn from the mistake of death in fiction.”

Their dying laughter was interrupted by Kokona entering the room. “Um, Kizana..?” She calls, peeking around to find her. “..there’s a slight.. Problem.”

Kizana’s hands immediately fly to her hips as she sees Kokona’s hairstyle. “I’ll say! What is that?!” She points an accusatory finger to Kokona.

Kokona decided to try to take Kizana’s advice and came to school with a single drilled ponytail rather than twins. “...um…” Kokona nervously twirls the end of her hair around her finger. “...it’s… a ponytail… like you said.”

“Kokona, I said that yesterday! That’s obviously old news!” Kizana huffs, although Kokona seemed more nervous about whatever problem she was talking about previously rather than Kizana’s outburst.

“...one of the lights fell through the stage.” Kokona blurts out, causing Kizana to shut up for a moment.

“The- one of-” Kizana struggles to find her words before just screeching, “What?!”

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Riku had allowed Ayano to help with the stage lights, and with just a bit of tweaking from her screwdriver, she’d effectively made it looser when hanging it back up. Unfortunately, it was too loose, because once she’d left to see what Kizana and Taro were up to, she heard Kokona say that one of the stage lights had already fallen. Not just fallen, but through the stage thanks to Riku reinforcing it to not dent the next time it did fall.

She followed the three back to the Auditorium, where there was, in fact, a pretty big hole in the stage. “My- my stage!!” Kizana exclaimed, heading up to look at the damage. “I- who- what happened?!”

Ayano walked onto the stage as well, peering into the hole silently. The light had fallen through the stage completely and into the hollow space beneath it.

“I think since I used tougher material for the stage light, rather than the light breaking… well…” Riku held a hand to the very clear hole in the stage.

Since it would come up eventually, Ayano spoke up. “I- I’m the one who set up the light. It must not have been secure enough, hence why it fell.” She explained, folding her hands together.

Kizana turned to glare at Ayano, gritting her teeth. “Ayano…” She grumbled, looking as if she was going to strangle her if she had the strength to do so.

Tsuruzo walked up behind Ayano and put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright, Kizana. We can still practice, and this hole shouldn’t be too hard to fix up. The light fell in the same place twice, so it’s no wonder this particular area collapsed.”

This time, despite Tsuruzo being the one trying to calm her down, Kizana didn’t seem to for some reason. Before she could yell anything else, her phone suddenly rang, and she audibly groaned this time after checking the caller ID. Rather than actually excusing herself, she simply stormed off and out of the Auditorium.

The room was silent after she left, and Ayano quietly mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

Tsuruzo still looked a bit on edge, but smiled at Ayano. “Oh, come now, that could have happened to anyone. You’ve been helping us even before the show week came up, it’s not your fault that one of your many attempts to help just happened to be a failure.” He assures her, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“If you say so.” Ayano mutters, really just not wanting to look up to see Taro looking at her from below the stage.

“If you want to distract yourself, I have a separate favor for you if you want.” Tsuruzo offers, leaning down to smile at her. “I can assure you it doesn’t have anything to do with hardware, if you’re up for it?”

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“H-Huh?” Hazu flinched, seeming shocked that Ayano entered the room without him noticing. Then again, his nose was in a corner, so there wasn’t much that he could notice by sight anyway. “Hi- Um- Do you, uh… need this area? I can… I can totally leave. I spend most of my time here anyway. I-I could go for a walk, actually..” He rambled quietly, standing up as if to leave as quickly as possible.

Ayano steps in front of him, “No, actually, I don’t need you to leave. Rather…” She holds a hand up to her chin in thought. “Is there anything you need me to do for you?” She asks, but is only met with a skeptical look- or at least that’s what she assumed from his silence considering she can’t see above his nose.

“Wh-Why?” Hazu asked, but something in Ayano’s expression seemed to scare him into rewording. “I mean, I’m- I just- I’m not sure why you would want to… do that. Is all. Ahem. I can totally ask for something, but I don’t actually have, like… anything in mind. It’s… is this so that I owe you something..?”

Ayano debates briefly on how to answer that. She didn’t know if Hazu would react a certain way if she was honest with him, but she did know that Tsuruzo wanted this task done quickly. “...call it my way of having common courtesy. The drama club wants you to do a favor for them, but I figured that it would be more polite to do something for you first, or in return.” She explains, folding her arms.

Tapping his fingers together a bit, Hazu’s voice comes out quiet, maybe even a bit disappointed as he murmurs, “Oh. That makes sense, I guess..” He becomes just a bit louder for the sake of speaking clearer as he says, “But- I mean- I just don’t… have much I… need. Um… well, I mean, I don’t have much to eat right now. N-Not that I need to eat. Um, I guess water would be more important..? I haven’t drinken anything since this morning at home… is a, uh… like a drink or something okay..?”

A drink probably wouldn’t suffice for the favor that Hazu was supposed to do for the drama club. The entire task was, he was supposed to put together outfits for a few of the extras that would come on stage. Apparently, Kizana was reluctant about spending money on outfits that weren’t meant to look that good anyway. Peasants, knights and such.

Ayano explained just that, and Hazu mumbled something and thought again about what he’d like. “Well… um… i-if you can, I guess I’d… I’d just prefer it if you stayed here with me and helped..? …if that’s possible..”

Technically, Ayano didn’t have much else to do outside of this task at the moment. And maybe she could learn a thing or two by helping him out with these. Maybe like the base to making her own uniform if disaster ever struck? “I can do that.” She replies, nodding to the quieter boy.

After about half an hour of Ayano handing Hazu the necessary tools and fabric, Hazu decides to speak up. He clears his throat a bit. “I, uh, I’ve seen you around.” He starts, but seems to grow more embarrassed at that awkward starting quote. “I mean, um… I’ve heard you do a lot of tasks and stuff. For no reason, I mean, and that’s… that’s kinda cool.”

Ayano pauses, wondering how exactly she should respond to that. All of the shyer students seem to prefer a certain type of company- but Hazu was Amise’s friend from what Ayano knows- maybe Ayano could try acting like her?

In her best attempt, Ayano smiles a bit, looking a bit bashful. “I… guess. I just like staying busy. And helping others is a… generally good thing to do… right? Why not stay busy doing that?” She shrugs a bit, hoping to play a mix of awkward and unnecessarily sweet like Amise.

That way maybe that would explain why she was so “emotionless” when she first approached him. Really, she just assumed that this task would be done quickly, so it didn’t matter how she appeared to him for just a few moments. Now that she was here that clearly wasn’t the case.

For some reason, Hazu only seems to hesitate further when Ayano tries to appear more friendly. “Yeah.. Yeah, I get it.” Hazu pauses for a minute, before slowly speaking up again. “So, um… are you interested in sewing at all? I can… I-I can teach you if you’re interested.”

“Well… I guess it’d be beneficial for me to try. Are you thinking of making a club out of this?” Ayano asks, crossing one leg over the other as she watches Hazu work nervously.

“Um..” Hazu exhales, as if frustrated at himself for not speaking properly. “...w-well, no… I mean, I’ve thought of it… but I’ve never… I don’t think I’d make a good leader… or a member at all.” He shakes his head as he slowly sews together a brown cloth to his desired shape.

Hazu’s gaze remains stuck on the skirt he was making as he mutters, “I-I can’t even look anyone in the eye..” He admits quietly, seeming to sulk a bit at that reminder.

Ayano didn’t exactly know what to say in response to that. Hazu seemed to catch onto this and quickly changed the subject. “A-Anyway, um, there’s actually a little booklet here somewhere that can give you the basics on sewing. And.. and I’ll be here to help if you need anything, so, uh… feel free to ask questions..” Hazu stood up from his seat and motioned for her to take his place.

Although he proved to be a good teacher, Ayano realized that working with him further would mean that she’d have to brace herself for several bad habits that he had. Such as randomly trailing off and sulking about something, going into detail about one thing but not going into enough about another… all things that Ayano was willing to deal with, but also things that she noticed about Hazu.

Eventually, it was time for the first period. “We won’t be able to get all of these done by today, but by tomorrow we should. I-If you want to stick around.” Hazu explained briefly, slowly shuffling to the door as Ayano finished putting a few fabrics up.

“I’ll tell Kizana and Tsuruzo that.” Ayano says, wiping her hands together with an exhale. She turned to Hazu with a small smile. “Thank you for your hard work.”

This time, Hazu smiled a bit and whatever parts of his cheeks that Ayano could see turned a bit pink at the praise. “I-It’s no problem. It feels nice to be acknowledged..” He mumbled, clearly very shy, but not in any sort of bad mood currently. As the two leave the room, Hazu stutters out, “Th-Thanks for letting me talk, Yan-ch– I mean, Ayan– I mean… Yano-Chan. Thanks..”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ayano nods to him, patting him on the back, which seems to surprise him as he flinches. “You… have a nice voice.” She says, deciding to throw a compliment out before they actually parted ways.

“I-I–” Hazu’s face goes red and he’s unable to say anything as Ayano leaves. “Dang it..” He mumbles, disappointed at himself for fumbling at the last second. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to feel too disappointed in himself as Ayano’s compliments circle through his head.

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The school day seemed to end earlier than usual, and Ayano couldn’t quite place why. Her plan to crush Kizana had failed and really only caused more trouble, she had only just started the process with the dresses, but at the very least she did deliver that fertilizer to the gardening club.

“Oh, Ayano! Hi!” Uekiya suddenly called to Ayano as she was walking past school gates. She had a potted plant in her hands- one that held what looked like a very light purple bunch of small flowers.

The club leader immediately rushed over to Ayano and held out the plant to her. “Hi, I’m so glad I caught you before you left!” She exhaled in relief, seeming a bit flushed, as if she’d been running. Maybe she’d been searching for Ayano for a while?

Ayano slowly took the potted flower, looking down to it before looking up to Uekiya with a slightly confused look. “What’s this for? Do you want me to bring it to someone?” She guessed, holding the pot against her hip as she tilted her head at Uekiya.

“Ha, no! I thought you’d say that, hehe.. Actually, I–” Uekiya exhales once more, seeming incredibly exhausted. She must have been running for a while. “Phew! Sorry.” She lets her voice lower to her usual sweet and soft tone, although it was still quite out of breath. “Okay, Scilla told me that you bought all that fertilizer for us, which is just so sweet of you! I wanted to give you a special gift today, but I was running around doing errands all day, and this was the only plant that was potted by the time I was finished..” Uekiya explained quickly, huffing just a little bit. Her long explanation likely didn’t help her catch her breath.

Before Ayano could continue, Uekiya put her gloved hands together with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t put anything nicer together, but I hope you know that I still intend to!” She wiped the dirt off of her gloves briefly and smiled at Ayano. “I’ve obviously been busy with Kizana’s tasks, and all I can really offer are plants, so if you need some sort of plant-related favor or something, then please come to me first! Like… maybe a certain flower you want, or… I-I make a lovely salad if that sounds appetizing? I know not everyone finds use in a plant that could die in a week, but, um…”

Whenever Uekiya got flustered, she had a habit to ramble apologetically, something that Ayano learned about her a week or two before. Ayano listens, but her gaze lowers a bit in disinterest, and she realizes that Taro could have left on his own somewhere. Not to mention, she had somewhere to be at the moment.

“Uekiya.” Ayano smiles, although this particular time it’s quite difficult to do so. “I appreciate the flowers. And I’ll ask if I need some specific one- I’m sure I will eventually.” She puts the pot back into both of her hands. “Which kind is this one?”

“Ah! Well, the scientific name is ‘Valeriana Officinalis’, but commonly it’s known as a ‘valerian’.” Uekiya explains with a smile, casually flexing her knowledge on the plant. “Actually, if used correctly, I heard it has some pretty splendid sedative effects! You’d probably need more, but… if you’re ever grasping at straws during a particular sleep-robbed night then I suggest trying your luck with it!” She suggests, folding her hands together happily, seeming happy just to talk about the plant.

Ayano’s eyes lit up a bit at that information. “A free sedative sounds perfect.” She says, making Uekiya giggle. “I’ll make sure to take good care of this, and I’ll ask you for tips as well. For now, though..” Ayano nods her head to the exit. “I have to head to work.”

“Ooh! Having a job is admirable, Ayano! Good luck!” Uekiya waves happily, rushing back to her club rather than towards the exit as well. She did always like spending as much time with her plants as possible, so that wasn’t surprising.

But, yes, when Info-Chan had suggested Ayano get a job, she did. In a short amount of time, she was accepted and was meant to go in for her first day. Apparently, the reason she was accepted so quickly was because they were dangerously understaffed and their waiting list grew too long.

As for where she was working…

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“Good afternoon, sir!” Ayano beams, dressed in a particularly frilly brown and pink maid outfit. Hearts and bows littered the dress, shoes, socks, frill cap, everything. Ayano didn’t have a particular taste when it came to outfits, but this truly was just uncomfortable to wear. It was a miracle that they had a longer skirt option- that way, hopefully her awkward walking in these heels she was wearing wasn’t too noticeable.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear (as she was instructed to for an effect of “extra charm”), she lifted up the pink notepad in her gloved hands, a separate pink pen in her other. “Ah, sirs, I mean.” She nods to the man behind the first. “I take it this is a party for two?”

“Ah, you’re cute. You must be one of the new ladies, right?” The first, older-looking man, maybe in his 40s, smiled as charming as he could considering he looked barely kept together. He motioned to Ayano and turned to the man behind him. “I told you they’d take my advice. The simpler ones look better in the outfits.”

The man behind him simply rolled his eyes, looking much younger and ironically better kept. “If this food isn’t as good as you promise, I’m telling your wife.” He threatens, obviously seeming unhappy to be here. Ayano didn’t blame him, frankly. Being a grown man surrounded by childish-looking girls was not the best image for someone as professional-looking as him.

Despite the older man’s nervous expression, the younger man turns to Ayano with a straight face. “Yes, a table for two.”

Ayano nodded, just barely catching her smile before it fell completely. “I see! We have a perfect table just for you two just this way!” She points just around the corner, and the older man walks forward, as if knowing exactly where he was supposed to be sat. Before Ayano could follow him to lead the way, the younger man grabbed her wrist.

Ayano turned back with a questioning gaze, but her questions were immediately answered when the man whispered. “How much do you make here?”

Lowering her voice as well, Ayano responded, “30 An hour.”

“Damn.” The man lets go of his wrist, frankly no longer looking like he wanted to judge her.

“35 Hours a week.” She continued.

“Damn.” He shook his head, “If I got paid that much I’d wear that get-up, too, god dammit.”

That was all the man seemed to want to know, as he walked past her in order to catch up with his… friend? Co-worker? Regardless, Ayano followed after him exactly to the table where his acquaintance seemed to be already aware of.

Ayano stood in front of them as the two looked at the menu available to them. “Do either of you have an idea of what you want to eat or should I give you both a minute?” She asked politely, lightly tapping the pink notepad as daintily as she could.

“Oh, I already know what I’m getting.” The older man said, pointing to one of the items on the menu. “Get me that Stunningly Sweet Strawberry Shortcake Supreme, sweetheart.” He said confidently, winking at Ayano at the end. Frankly, she was impressed that he could say such a tongue twister- although alternatively that just showed how often he came here, which was… less impressive.

His acquaintance seemed to think the same based on his disgusted and… frankly disappointed expression to which he pointed at his partner. “...right, well. What is the most expensive thing I can purchase here?” He asks.

“The most expensive thing you can purchase would be a massage from one of our experienced employees.” Ayano explained briefly. “With the optional additional fee that you request a specific maid to do so.”

The younger man grimaces, looking as if he was quite ready to leave. “My presence here is a derogatory experience, I hope you know that.” He says to his acquaintance. “I mean the menu, maid. What is the most expensive thing that I can eat?”

“Ah, that would be our special-made fruit-based ice cream right here in our cafe. It’s called the Illuminating Ice-Cold Ice Cream, made with Nakazawa Milk, Yubari King Melon, Ruby Roman Grapes, and Densuke Black Watermelon- amongst other… expensive ingredients.” Ayano explains, reading off of the menu she had in her hand, which explained all of that in further detail. By no means would she be able to speak all of that via memory. “...for $1,000.”

The younger man raises an eyebrow. “That’s awfully cheap for something that includes items that range from $800 to $26,000 at the cheapest.” He points out, looking suspicious of the whole thing. “I’ll take it.” He says.

“As you wish, sirs.” Ayano bows deeply, before turning to head into the kitchen.

“Must you analyze everything, Stephen?” The older man hisses, only receiving an eye roll from the younger man, who’s name was apparently Stephen. It didn’t sound quite Japanese if Ayano cared to analyze.

Ayano didn’t catch Stephen’s response, but she didn’t care to listen too much. She told the order to the girl in the kitchen, who seemed to be in a particularly bad mood. Not that her mood seemed any better when Ayano first met her. The cook rolled her eyes, mumbling something about how ‘at least it was easy’, although Ayano didn’t bother to linger on that either.

Instead, she went to the front door, where the bell attached to the door had rung, signaling that someone had walked in. She looked down to her notepad as she approached the door, flipping the page to an empty one. “Hello, sir…” She looked up, and then paused in surprise. “..Gema?” She tilted her head to the side, shocked but not entirely surprised to see him here. In fact, she wasn’t surprised at all.

“Oh, shit. Ayano?” Gema blinked in shock, looking far more bewildered to see her here. “Wow, I didn’t think any of the girls at school would bother working here.” He says, rummaging through his bag, likely for his wallet. “Mainly because girls like Musume make posts about how it’s derogatory to the feminist movement and… stuff.” He shrugs, not seeming to really care either way. “But it does pay a lot, doesn’t it? If they took guys in skirts I’d work here, too.” He claims.

Ayano nods, “Not the first time I’ve heard that.” She shrugs, peeking behind him to see that no one else was with him.“I’ll take you to your table.” She says, leading him to a single-person booth in the back.

“So, what brings you here?” Ayano asks, figuring that making conversation would make her appear a bit more friendly than she usually was. Not that Gema would ever notice while at school.

“Mm…” Gema lets out a reluctant groan, but looks down to the menu and mumbles, “...well, I mean, girls are paid to be nice to me here.” He shrugs, burying his nose deeper into the menu. “It’s just… I mean, it’s just a breath of fresh air from the honesty I get from the girls at school, is all. At least the girls here are good at acting. Whichever ones are left, I mean.”

Ayano hums in understanding, pulling her notepad to rest on her hip. “To the customers they certainly are. The staff is…” She frowns, trailing off to leave that to Gema’s interpretation. “Anyway, do you have anything in mind? Appetizers or drinks? Uh, sir?”

Admittedly, it felt strange to call her schoolmate anything other than his name, but policy was policy. Frankly, she was lucky that this maid cafe had an 18-and-under rule for leniency on requirements here.

Gema seemed to feel the strangeness as well as he grimaced lightly. “Don’t… just… just stick to Gema. It’s… weird to hear a classmate call me that. In fact, I’d rather you just act how you do at school. You’re nicer than most of the girls there anyway.” He admits, seeming a bit embarrassed to do so as he looks down at the menu.

Ayano nods. “Got it.”

Seeming to already have his order in mind, Gema places the menu down. “Can you get me the chocolate breakfast meal thingy? I don’t know how these people say those long-ass names..” He mumbled.

The meal he was talking about was the “Charmingly Cute Chicky Chocolate Breakfast Bundle’. Complete with a stack of chocolate pancakes with dollops of moose holding it up like a tower. The top was decorated in a fancy, cake-like manner with more moose and plenty of whipped cream, with the middle having a cute baby chicken drawn in the middle in some sort of frosting. It also had a cup of hot cocoa littered with whipped cream, marshmallows, and chocolate sauce towering up, with yet another cute baby chicken drawn atop the whipped cream with the same chocolate sauce.

Humming in response, Ayano swiftly writes down the order onto the notepad with a nod. “Anything else? A glass of water might help balance all of that… sugar.” She recommends.

Gema digs into his bag and pulls out a water bottle. “I come here monthly to treat myself. The desserts are good, but water for five dollars is crazy, Ayano.”

“Agreed.” Ayano sighs, turning to walk to the kitchen. “I’ll put in your order. One sec.”

“Thanks, Ayano.” Gema nods, pulling out a portable gaming device as Ayano walks away.

Once again, Ayano informed the chef about the order, but this time she seemed genuinely irritated. Likely because this meal, despite it being cheaper than the ice cream the other man ordered, required much more effort. Ayano didn’t watch the chef make the ice cream, but she was just doing something on her phone, so she assumed it didn’t take that much effort. She didn’t even know where the man’s order was.

The chef points to a waiting plate- one that she hadn’t bothered notifying Ayano about until she got back. It was the something-something shortcake that the older man ordered. She was surprised that this was ready first, considering how much more complex it seemed than the ice cream.

Regardless, Ayano grabbed the plate and headed back towards the table with the two men. Thanks to these specific hours, Ayano gets a slow shift. So, her being the only waitress on the job wasn’t too much work.

“Here you are, sir.” Ayano puts the plate on the table in front of the older man and nods to the younger, “Your meal should be ready soon, sir.”

The older man pulls out his wallet and fingers through the dollar bills. “How much does it cost to get you to feed it to me, again?” He asks shamelessly. Another reason for Ayano to be thankful for the minor rule.

“$100, sir.” Ayano replies before quickly adding, “Ah, but, I’m 17. Spoon-feeding you isn’t a requirement until I’m a legal adult.” She reminded him, causing the man to groan and pocket his wallet.

“Damn rules. That didn’t used to be a rule, you know.” The older man huffed to his companion, who really only seemed more offended the more he spoke.

“You’re a disappointment.” The younger man simply said.

Ayano bowed to the two men with a quiet farewell and walked over to the kitchen window to check if anyone else’s order was ready, but didn’t see anything. Ayano assumed that she could go over and talk to Gema for another moment, but halted when she heard the front door bell ring once more.

Rather than waiting, the woman who had entered simply walked in and took a seat. “You, girl. Come.” She ordered, motioning to Ayano.

Doing as she commanded, Ayano walked over to the woman. “Hello, my lady. Might I get your name?” She asks, flipping to another vacant page of her notepad.

The lady lets out an almost familiar offended scoff. “Are you joking with me, girl? Right my name down.” She orders, pointing to the notepad.

When Ayano gave a confused glance, the woman looked up and gave an also familiar glare. Where had Ayano seen her face before.

“God, kids these days have no damn taste. Maybe if you all got off them damn ipads and… whatever the hell that thing is..” The woman pointed to Gema, who slowly lowered his portable device out of her vision when she pointed it out.

The woman brushes off her frustration and holds her hand to her chest with an offended expression. “My name is Ayame Sunobu. I’ve been an actor across Asia for years. You’d do well to remember that, girl.” She hissed, pulling up the menu.

Ayano looked shocked for a moment, but quickly pulled her pen up to her clipboard to write down whatever lengthy-named order the woman told her. It was some sort of simple pancake meal, one of the oldest options on the menu, it seemed. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be back soon with your order.” She assures her, bowing deeply before heading off to the kitchen once more.

From Ayano’s assumption- and the fact that Kizana has no older sister as far as she’s concerned- this woman, Ayame, was Kizana’s mother. Outside of being surprised of meeting her, she was surprised that she would be at some degenerate-filled maid cafe of all places. It was interesting… Ayano wished that Ayame were in a calmer mood. Maybe then she could actually take some of her time to ask some questions and learn about Kizana..? But not tonight, it seemed.

Ayano told the chef the simple order, but she still complained. At some point she’ll end up running out of things to complain about and just start repeating herself, Ayano thought. Gema’s order was ready, so she brought his order to him. “Here you are.”

Ayano bowed briefly, but before she could leave, Gema grabbed her arm. “Are you serious?” He hissed, coaxing Ayano to raise her eyebrows at him.

“I’ll need more context than that, Gema.” She mutters, lowering her eyebrows in disinterest.

“You just brushed off Kizana’s mom like it was nothing! Do you know how rich they are?” Gema whisper-yelled, hopefully not catching the attention of Ayame.

Ayano frowned. “Does that really matter? I treated her politely, didn’t I?” She asked, giving Gema a confused look.

“Well, yeah, but rich people don’t care about politeness. You’ve seen how Kizana acts around Kokona. She obviously got it from somewhere.” Gema pointed out.

If Ayano didn’t have some sort of interest in Kizana, she truly wouldn’t care, but in her current situation, she had to admit that Gema had a point. Perhaps a way to get on Kizana’s good side was getting on her mother’s good side. Considering that she could possibly be a regular customer, she might have multiple chances to do so. Ayano has seen how Kizana reacts to her mother, after all. She obviously holds the woman in high regard. It’s no wonder she’d mock her idol.

“You have a point..” Ayano mumbles.

Gema seems glad that Ayano admitted that and smiles a little. “Right? Try to be super overly nice. But not too nice! Then you’ll just be annoying. Just don’t be dismissive!” He added indecisively, causing Ayano to frown.

“I enjoy your company, Gema, but you’re really exhausting sometimes.” Ayano sighs.

“You enjoy my company?” Gema repeats, looking bashful at the admission. Ayano was glad that he paid attention to the nicer-sounding part. It’s likely good to stay in his good graces as well, if just for convenience-sake.

Ayano glances back, seeing that the ice cream was ready. “I have to get back to work. When I come back I’ll tell you how many calories that is.” She says in an attempt at a joke as she walks away.

Gema’s smile is immediately wiped off his face. “..please don’t.”

Ayano brings the ice cream over to the younger man and bows her head briefly to him. “Here you are, sir.” She says. Once again, before he could turn to walk away, the man speaks up.

“One moment, maid. I have a few questions.” He says. After taking a few pictures of his ice cream, he sets his phone down and raises his spoon to take a bite of just the ice cream.

The young man pauses, before frowning. “It’s a bit hard on the outside, but soft in the middle. Is it supposed to be like that?” He asks.

Ayano nods. “That’s right. We let it get just a bit soft before adding the toppings and putting it in a blast freezer in order to harden the outside quickly. It adds to the creamy taste and I heard it enriches the flavor of the nakazawa milk.”

The man frowns, looking doubtful. “Is that right… and no freezer burn? Hm..” He doesn’t seem to be looking for an answer as he takes a bite with one of the many fruits littered around the swirl of ice cream.

“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected this to taste any different from cantaloupe and watermelon. I admit, it has no taste at all, so I can’t even say for sure that this tastes enough like any sort of special, thousand dollar fruit.” The young man grumbles, looking at Ayano again. “So, what’s the point of adding the fruit if it makes the fruit too cold to taste?” He asks.

Ayano raises her eyebrows. “I wish I could answer your question, sir. I’ve never had any of the dishes myself, but our chef is in the kitchen if you’d like to ask her.” She offers, receiving a brief nod from the young man.

He takes a few more bites, but ultimately stops half-way, takes out his spoon, and slides it over to his older companion. “Hm. It doesn’t taste any different from basic vanilla ice cream. Even the nakazawa milk doesn’t do much to change the flavor. I could just be in denial, but I’m certainly not relaxed due to it.” He shakes his head with a sigh. “Hifumi, this visit has proven to me that you’re old, delusional, and a pervert.” He says simply.

His older companion, Hifumi, apparently, simply rolls his eyes, as if giving up on trying to impress the younger man. Instead, Hifumi focuses on eating the ice cream he was offered.

“Thank you for your service and questions, young lady.” The young man said, standing up from his seat. “Hifumi will take care of the bill.” He claims, before simply walking out of the cafe.

“Have a nice night, sir!” Ayano calls, waving briefly before turning to the older man. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” Hifumi sighs, putting down the glass his ice cream was in. “That chef is older than you, ain’t she?” He forks out a few extra bills and hands it to Ayano with a wink. “Tell her that her meals are heavenly- even if it’s just regular vanilla ice cream.” He says, trying his best to sound charming. “A-Actually, leave out that last part. On second thought, let me rephrase..”

“Girl!”

Ayano wasn’t sure if she was relieved or exhausted at the fact that Ayame had called for her. The light purple-haired woman pointed to the kitchen window, where her meal was sitting, no doubt getting cold thanks to the incompetence of Ayano’s lovely co-worker.

Quickly grabbing the plate of food, Ayano sped-walked over to Ayame. “Apologies for the wait, my lady. Your food.” She bows her head deeply after giving Ayame the food. Thankfully, Ayame was either too tired to or was genuinely content with the food despite its almost lukewarm nature.

“Hmph. At least you’re quick on your feet.” Ayame huffed, taking a picture of her food before eating it. While she did so Ayano continued working, cleaning after the Hifumi fella, bidding Gema farewell, and eventually doing the same to Ayame.

Unfortunately, she never got the chance to say anything to her, and before Ayano knew it, her shift was over. No updates came from Info-Chan that night, and Ayano enjoyed the next few hours of sleep she got. She had no reason to use Uekiya’s flowers for anything, but did water it before she went off to bed.

Hopefully tomorrow she'll get an actual chance to speak to Ayame. Hopefully that will give her an upper hand over Kizana as well.

[anggltz]

HIIIIII IM BACK WITH A BRACKET FOR THE WOMEN!! me and my friends all picked 8 characters to compete for this tournament. the tournament doesn’t really have a theme it’s just whos best basically. THE LAST bracket is between Sarutobi Ayame from Gintama ANDDDD Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club

[aesthetictoya]

Love potion Rei, Ayame DRA Yuki and Mikako please

Love Potion Rei, Ayame, (DRA) Yuki & Mikako

[ask-yandere-sdra2]

Pretty good shanty band, more so just to check you weren’t dead/kidnapped/being forced to work on the railway Ayame.

-Uhhh…okay?

[ghoularaki]

w3lc0me t0 th3 fr3aksh0w <3 | 2

↠  summary: Your ex-boyfriend not satisfied with how the relationship ended comes back to teach you a lesson its best to keep your mouth shut. Some secrets are best left unspoken.

↠  word count: 5,926

↠ pairing: todoroki touya x reader, takami keigo x reader, geten x reader

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, college/dark web au, DARK CONTENT, yandere! dabi, bullying, stalking, blood, mention of drugging, noncon touching, breaking and entering

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“Do we really have to be here?” You grumbled to your blonde companion.

In front of you, a house party bellowed through the streets with trashy music. The booming bass almost blew out your eardrums and you weren’t even inside, yet. Standing on the sideway right before the entrance, you were reluctant to walk further into the home.

A few stragglers sat on the lawn, sipping out of disposable cups, obviously filled to the brim with cheap alcohol. What everyone really wanted was inside. Which only filled you with dread. A party filled with coked out college students only meant one thing: Dabi and Keigo were inside. Though Toga promised you, this party wasn’t like that.

Speaking of the girl, she threaded her arm through yours and tugged you closer to her chest. “Yes, we do! I’m so sick of you rotting away in your dorm. Ayame is complaining about you.”

“Of course, she is,” You rolled your eyes at Toga’s lame attempt to convince you.

Sensing you were about to run away, she squeezed you tighter—she sure was strong for such a small girl, “It’s too late to change your mind, now. Let’s go, it will be fun!”

She’s right, you would have to just grit your teeth and try to enjoy yourself as much as possible. You could only hope neither of those men were there, but you knew not to hold your breath. A party meant profit as if Dabi and Keigo didn’t already have the money.

With you in tow, Toga speed-walked into the front door. You grimaced when you heard one of the men wolf-whistle at you two as you passed them on the lawn. Before you could make a biting remark, Toga shoved into the door. You coughed and waved your hand in front of your face. Smoke permeated around the house, a strong mix of weed and tobacco.

The room’s illuminated with low-lights and a few multi-colored disco balls. You hated frat boys with a burning passion. Crossing through a hallway, you were already met with couples making out against the wall. The further you went, you into a kitchen where people were trying to make drinks or pigging out on snacks. Before you could reach for something to drink—you were going to need it if you were going to stay long—Toga pulled you into the living room.

There sat on the couches was the old friend group, or at least to you. Toga still hung out with them, but you were very much outcasted after the break-up. If they only knew what really happened.

From what you could see Mirko and Shigaraki sitting next to each other, no one else from the group. That made you sag at least a little bit. You could deal with Mirko if Shigaraki and Toga were with you. While Toga wholeheartedly defended you, Shigaraki neutral, the rest of the group—Mirko, Keigo and Bubaigawara—didn’t particularly like you anymore.

“Hey, guys!” Toga greet with a wide smile, her sharp canines on display.

“Yo,” Mirko replied back with a lazy grin. It slightly dropped when seeing you but she didn’t say anything.

Shigaraki merely nodded his head, but otherwise kept to himself, sipping from his own cup.

Skipping over, Toga brought you with her and almost sat on the spot next to Shigaraki, but he tugged you down onto the empty spot next to him. Pouting, Toga sat on the arm of the couch instead.

“Meany,” She grumbled to the older man.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

At that she fake retched multiple times while you giggled. Shigaraki pinched you in retaliation.

You slapped his hand away, “Ouch! I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re being annoying like her. I made you sit here so I didn’t have to deal with her-”

“Hey!”

He glared at her and continued, “But I forgot you guys were two peas in a pod.”

Toga slung an arm around your shoulder and leaned down so her cheek pressed against yours, “And don’t you forget it!”

“So we are all buddy-buddy with the snitch now?” Mirko asked with a raised brow, peering over from Shigaraki’s form.

Toga’s happy expression quickly fell to a deepset scowl, “If you want to join the Y/n hate club, go hang out with Dabi and Hawks.”

“I was trying to, but you guys had to come over here. Why don’t you take the hint?”

Mirko usually wasn’t such a bitch. If anything she would do anything to stand up for a fellow girl, but you got between her and her precious molly by ratting out Dabi. So anything she said, you took with a grain of salt. She’s definitely at the bottom of your list of people to worry about.

Though, none of that mattered when her words confirmed your worst fear. You were too naive to believe none of them would be here. Panicking, you looked through the crowd of people for a spec of either man. Lately, where one was the other soon followed.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Shigaraki snarked, “Thanks to Daddy’s money Dabi isn’t in jail anymore so you can be coked up as much as you want again.”

“Excuse you, I take molly not coke.”

“Oh yeah like that makes you so much more morally superior,” He sniped.

Huffing, Mirko crossed her arms, “As if you aren’t high off your ass right now.”

“I gotta be to deal with your ass.”

“I need a fucking drink,” You said, having enough of their bickering.

It’s good to know they both never changed. Mirko really only hung out with the group because of Keigo so she frequently got on Shigaraki’s nerves. Though, his constant snark didn’t really help him in the making friends department.

The group really started with Dabi and Keigo’s friendship. Those two had been thick as thieves since middle school. Mutual benefit really does form a strong bond.

Then came Shigaraki, Toga and Jin. Shigaraki met Dabi towards the end of high school, and since he was acquainted with Toga, she followed along. And where Toga went, Jin soon followed. The two of them bonded over being abandoned by the system so when Jin turned eighteen, he took in eleven year old Toga.

Mirko didn’t come in until she met Keigo during her second year of college. You were the last to join. About two years later you joined when you met everyone through Dabi. At first you were known as his girl, but when Toga found out you two were the same age, she welcomed you in. In no time you found a small family with all its dysfunctions. Only for it to quickly burn to ashes a year later.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you got off your seat much to Toga’s protests.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Her voice tittered on concern.

You waved her off, “I’ve got it. I’ll get you a drink too.”

“Get me one, too!” Mirko yelled to you but you flipped her off over your shoulder.

You didn’t care to listen to how she laughed as you walked further into the crowd. As the night grew darker, the party picked up. Around the nicely furnished kitchen, people surrounded the counter stack with bottles of alcohol and juice. Skipping over the fruity drinks, you looked for any cans of beer or preferably something that didn’t taste like piss. A can was easier to cover with your hand than a cup. Less likely to get roofied. You didn’t trust frat boys as far as you could throw them.

Standing on your tip-toes to see over the heads hoarding the counter, your heart dropped. Leaning on the wall across from you stood Dabi. He seemed deep in conversation with a pretty girl, a sleazy smile twisted on his face.

You could only hope he finally moved on, but no, you spotted the tiny baggy filled with white powder dangling between his fingers. Taking the time to admire him, he didn’t look any different from the past couple weeks you had avoided him. His hair still a deep black, tattoos covering most of his skin. The snake bites caught in the low light, winking at you.

Falling back on your heels, Dabi noticed you amongst the crowd. The smile on his face slipped into something darker, like a wolf catching a rabbit, teeth all bared.

“Fuck,” You seethed to yourself.

Stumbling backwards, you watched Dabi tell the girl something. Her disappointed expression spoke volumes. Whipping around, you stumbled through the thickened gaggle of party-goers. Instantly, you looked to the couch to get help from Toga and Shigaraki, but instead of them, a new couple were cuddling close.

Redirecting yourself, you raced through a hallway and raced through the stairwell. More people crowded the stairs, but you pushed past them. Angry shouts followed you, but you didn’t care. There’s a banister, you raced over, catching the eye of Keigo still on the first floor.

You went down a more secluded hallway and ripped open the door closest to you. The door revealed an empty bathroom. Slamming it closed, you shoved your body against the door. Gripping the knob, you sagged against the slab of wood.

A shriek pierced through the still air. Your eyes snapped to make eye contact with yourself through the mirror. Another bang had you yelp again.

“That’s where you been, doll. Hiding from me, hmm?” Dabi’s muffled voice came from the other side.

Scrambling to the knob, your hand frantically felt for a button. You were out of luck. There’s no lock.

When you don’t respond to him, he banged against the door harder. The knob twisted in your own grasp, and you reached both hands over to stop him from opening the door.

“Don’t fucking make me break in there, you’re already in deep shit, princess. Let's do this the nice way.” He breathed into the door. Dabi didn’t shout as he uttered those words, but you heard him well enough.

“Fuck you!”

You screamed again when he hit the door right where your head was. He tried more frantically to twist the knob open.

“Fine! Be a bitch.”

The jiggling of metal filled the small room. Another yelp left you when he opened the door a crack. Slamming your shoulder against the wood, you didn’t let him open another inch. Slipping down, you fell on your ass. Planting your feet against the sink cabinets in front of you, you slouched down to be a human door wedge.

You stifled a shriek as the door shook from him throwing his shoulder against it. He repeatedly threw his body weight against the wood. The hinges creaked with the force.

“Stop being a brat, and open the door for daddy, baby. I swear we can put this behind us,” He cooed through labored breaths.

“You’re insane!” You screeched back, turning your head so he heard you better.

He upped his banging at your insult. Your body thumped with each pound and kick.

You knew you could only hold him off for so long, so your eyes bounced around the room for anything to defend yourself with. Your legs already vibrated from strain.

“What’s going on here?” Another voice joined you two.

Dabi finally took a break to address Keigo. Through the door, you listened closely, thoroughly screwed.

“She locked me out.”

“You do know the door doesn’t lock, right?” You can taste the snark dripping off his tongue.

“No shit,” Dabi seethed, “She jammed the door closed.”

Keigo gave an impressed whistle, “The little snitch really doesn’t want to be near you, huh? Must be the ugly mug.”

“Are you done?”

His boyish laugh sent a shudder through your body, “Don’t be so pissy. I’ll help you.”

On top of the counter sat a hair dryer forgotten and not plugged in. You didn’t stop staring at it as both Keigo and Dabi slammed against the door. From the force, you were pushed forward, the door opening a crack. You tried to push back, but an arm got in the way.

Knowing you were done for, you scrambled onto your feet, and pushed your back against the counter edge. You hid the dryer behind you, slipping it down so he couldn’t see it through the mirror, hand ready to grab the handle.

The door swung open so hard, it smacked against the wall before swinging back around. Keigo caught it with his hand, the slap causing you to jump. Dabi stood off to the side, letting Keigo take the reins to bring you back to him.

“Where have you been hiding, we missed you, Y/n,” Keigo smiled wide. That same douchey grin he used to get his way.

He sauntered further into the room, ready to corner you, leaving you nowhere to run. As he went to grab your arm, you pulled the dryer from behind you and aimed.

Crack!

“Fuck!” Keigo growled as he grabbed his nose. Blood flowed out like a waterfall. Red staining his lower face, hands and the floor it dripped onto.

Wasting no time, you dropped the dryer and raced out the room. Not letting Dabi be able to catch a stray arm, you booked it back into the party. Your hands shook as you refused to turn behind you, being weaker than Orpheus.

Dabi watched on as you flew by him and away from his view. Keigo came out of the room, still clutching his bruising and bleeding nose. The dirty blond went to follow you, but Dabi grabbed him by his arm.

“What the fuck, man?” Keigo questioned him, blinking through his teary eyes. Getting hit in the face hurt like a motherfucker.

A smirk danced on Dabi’s face as if he’s amused, but his crazed, blown out pupils told Keigo otherwise.

“She knows how to dig her hole deeper. Don’t worry, birdbrain, we’ll get her back for that in due time.”

Humming to yourself with your hands in your pockets, you tried to give off an air of aloofness. Tucked in your palm, a knife ready to be used. You knew these streets well, frequenting the shadier parts of town for over a year now. The streets themself were safe, but since the party you refused to walk around unarmed.

Dabi lurked in every corner, shrouded in shadow, waiting to get the jump on you. Or at least that’s what your paranoid brain told you. Plus Keigo being in on Dabi’s warpath to get his vengeance didn’t comfort you at all.

Warm hued lights danced across your face as the sun slipped down the purpling sky. The blaring street signs illuminated the darkening alleyways. People were sporadically spaced among the different shops, cigarettes clinging to their lips. Mainly older men with tattoos crowded the stores. Despite the implications of who they were, you didn’t feel scared.

Gangsters were the least of your worries.

Turning left, you entered a dead end alley with a shop tucked into the corner. Soft light poured in from the window onto the shiny pavement. No sign indicated who or what occupied this tiny corner.

Opening the creaky sliding door, a bell rang into the cramped space. The desk to the left of the door sat empty of the man running the place. At the sound of the door shutting closed, you heard some clattering somewhere in one of the back rooms. You raised your eyebrow when a different voice than you were expecting called out for you to wait.

Instead of a man with a head of fully grey hair, circle sunglasses and a sleazy smile, out came one of the last people you wanted to see.

“Where’s Giran?”

“Why the fuck are you here?”

Both of you said at the same time.

Neither of you laughed as you stared at each other. You didn’t hold a lot of resentment for the man, but most of it had to do with how close he’s to Toga. It stung what side he picked after everything.

���Where’s Giran, Bubaigawara?” You repeated yourself.

The older man crossed his arms, obviously uncomfortable. “He’s somewhere around here. He’s doing a deal!” The truth slipped out while his conflicting voices argued with each other.

Mimicking his stance, you hugged your arms to you. “Well do you know when he’ll be back? I was supposed to get tatted by him.”

“I can do it. Well, that’s too bad, bitch!”

Ignoring the second part, you asked, “Are you sure?”

“Fuck off! Yeah, let's go.” He beckons you over his shoulder.

Following the man into one of the rooms through the door. He closed it silently and starting look around for cleaning supplies. You watched him wipe down the chair.

“Where have you been? Who cares!” Bubaigawara asked.

Absent-mindedly, you answered him, “Just at school. Still stuck in the dorms, trying to save up to get an apartment. Same old bullshit.”

Standing in the middle of the room, you glanced around. You hadn’t been here in months and nothing changed.

The room was tiled with a dark, cheap material and the wallpaper peeling from the corners. Hung on the wall were different frames of Buddha, Jesus and various sizes of crosses. Giran surely wasn’t a religious man, but he liked the irony.

Under the frames sat the desk that looked more like a tool box than anything else. The dark metal drawers lined with various tattoo guns, ink and needles.

Not too long ago Dabi had been the one to show you the shop. Three months into the relationship you had let him tattoo you. It wasn’t that good as he wasn’t a tattoo artist, but you still loved the tiny skull he imprinted into your inner wrist. Or you once did. Anytime you look at it now, a concoction of emotions swirl in your stomach. You debated getting it covered up, but you let it serve as a reminder. Though you knew the real reason, you're scared of what he would do if you got rid of it.

Bubaigawara cleared his throat to pull you from your thoughts. He had everything set up and you climbed onto the reclining, black chair. Sitting in his stool, it creaked under his weight.

“So what did you want?”

You pulled your phone from your pocket and flipped it open. A new message from an unknown number greeted you.

you done ignoring me? answer me or else you won’t like what i’ll do

from: unknown

sent 6:56 PM

Rapidly deleting the message, you pull up the image you saved. Bubaigawara leaned in closer and squinted at the piece you wanted.

“Where do you want it?”

You bring your right leg up and tug your thigh high down to show the space above your knee.

He nodded in understanding and got to work. Slumping into the cushions, you closed your eyes and sank into the buzzing of the gun. You barely flinched when the needle pierced the fragile skin.

Your phone vibrating pulled you from your stupor. Flipping it back open, the number texted you again.

i can’t wait to break you y/n

from: unknown

sent 7:11 PM

Furrowing your brow, you stared at the text harder. Dabi rarely called you by your first name unless he’s being serious. Staring intensely at the numbers, you scoffed at the realization. You thought you blocked him ages ago.

dabi wouldn’t be happy knowing ur texting me keigo

from: snitch

sent 7:12 PM

not as unhappy he will be when you answered me instead of him

from: unknown

sent 7:12 PM

get bent

from: snitch

sent 7:13 PM

talk big game when it’s over a screen. don’t worry you’ll learn soon can’t wait to see you sweetheart

from: unknown

sent 7:13 PM

Uneasy, you swiftly blocked his number as well and placed your phone down. Staring up at the ceiling, you followed the water damage lining the yellowing plaster.

“What’s that face for? I don’t care!”

Turning your head, you looked at the man in front of you. His thick arms bulged as he shaded his work. Face serene, while he tattooed was the only time Bubaigawara’s raging mind stayed silent.

“It’s nothing.” You waved him off. He wouldn’t get it.

“Tell me.” His tone serious. He rarely showed his age, always very childish in his mannerisms, but times like these, you remember he did take care of Toga at some point.

Gulping, you chose your words carefully. “Dabi’s back.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, “Yeah.”

“You know?”

“Where do you think he’s staying?”

This made you jolt up and rip your thigh away from him. “Is he here? I-I thought he went back home. Like his dad put him on house arrest.”

“You know for a fact he would rather go to jail again than ever go back there.” He grabbed your thigh and went back to finishing the piece.

“Jin, you didn’t answer me. Is he here?” Your lip wobbled.

At you calling him by his first name, he looked up at you. “No. Yes!”

“Okay,” You sagged into the chair once more and clutched your hands to your chest. Staring at the door, you watched in apprehension of your ex walking in at any moment.

Bubaigawara continued his work, dipping back into the ink every once in a while. His warm palm on your skin burned. You didn’t want him or anyone to touch you. You were stupid to come back here. Of course Dabi would stay in the shop, he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Though, now you know to avoid this area.

The silence didn’t last long when he spoke up again. “So is Dabi texting you? He’s real upset, ya know?”

“Mind your business,” You snapped, fear overriding your system.

“You hurt my friend.”

You shook your head at his ignorance. “No, he hurt me. You don’t even know a quarter of what happened. Instead of you guys blaming me for Dabi’s actions, open your fucking eyes.”

“You put him in jail, why? Because you guys got into a spat?”

A laugh broke from your chest, “So that’s what he’s telling everyone what happened. Cool, good to know. Are we done?”

He took the gun from your skin and wiped off the excess ink and plasma. He properly wrapped it as your other leg bobbed up and down.

“Yeah, we’re done.”

“Thanks.” You roughly shoved your thigh high back over your thigh and stomped out of the room.

Slamming the sliding door open and shutting it closed just as aggressively, you flipped up your phone. Dialing Geten, he answered after one ring.

“Come get me, please?”

Bubaigawara watched you stomp out, confused. He didn’t get you or the situation at all. Dabi told him you were being overdramatic and lied to the cops to get him in trouble. Yet, you seemed terrified knowing Dabi could be in the shop. He dismissed it as you not wanting to confront the fact you lied and snitched on your boyfriend, and everyone else in the group.

He finished cleaning and breaking everything down and went back to the front. Moonlight streamed in from the windows. Glancing at the clock, it had been nearing midnight. The time had passed a lot faster than he thought.

After tattooing you, he’d been in his own head for too long. Unanswered questions swirling in his head. He would have to talk to Toga later. Afterall she had sided with you despite everyone else being pissed, saved for Shigaraki who didn’t care.

Reaching for the binder to calculate earnings and funds, the door had opened with a bang. In came Dabi with a sour look on his face. Ripping off his jacket, he half-hazardly threw it on a stray chair.

“I’m going to kill her,” Dabi muttered under his breath.

“Are you talking about Y/n? What crawled up your ass!”

Dabi glowered at him, suspicious, “What about it?”

“You’re so pissy! She seems to be why you have been in a bad mood since you came back,” Bubaigawara shrugged.

“No fucking shit she has been. The bitch has been avoiding me. I just want to talk, but she acts like I’m going to hurt her or something.”

The older man thought for a moment, “Well she was just here and told me she’s still at the dorms. Maybe you can talk to her there. Or stop bitching about her!”

A grin broke out on his visage, the burn scar on his cheek dimpling. He leaned over the counter and condescendingly patted Bubaigawara’s face. “You not being all there really works wonders. Thanks for the info.”

Dabi walked back out of the shop, waving over his shoulder.

Bubaigawara blinked, a foreboding feeling that he did in fact do something stupid clung to him.

Curled up on your bed, your finger traced over the healing tattoo through the saran wrap and your thigh high. The sun hung high in the sky, but the muted light barely penetrated the blanket thrown over your head. After Geten had picked you up from the parlor your anxiety had only skyrocketed.

You had stayed the night, but you decided to come back to the dorms afterwards. Lying through your teeth, you told Geten you didn’t want to be late for any more classes. You both knew you were fibbing. You didn’t show up to your classes today. Going straight to your room, you ignored Ayame’s snark and launched yourself on your bed. It’s been hours and you still haven't moved.

Sleep couldn’t even claim you. The paranoia that Dabi would find you shot your system. From outside your cotton cocoon, your phone buzzed multiple times. You couldn’t muster up the courage to read the messages. They were most likely Geten and Toga checking up on you, but deep down you knew Dabi wouldn’t be easily curved with being blocked.

Your phone started to ring with a bubbly tone. Groaning, your hand shot out from the blanket and felt around the sheets until you grabbed the tiny device. Dragging it under with you, you flinched from the screen piercing your eyes. You saw Geten was calling.

“Hi,” You meekly answered.

“How’s my girl doing?”

You shrugged while mumbling a quick, “I don’t know.”

Geten’s silent for a second before responding, “I’m going to come pick you up. I don’t like leaving you alone especially since you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just a lot right now and I don’t even know where to start.”

“Maybe from the beginning?” His tone dripped with sarcasm.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Thanks asshole, why didn’t I think of that.”

“Anytime. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

The call ended with a click.

With an enormous sigh, you dropped your phone and curled further upon yourself. Working up the courage to pick yourself up from your tiny pity party, you hear the door knob turn.

Your face pinched in confusion. Ten minutes surely haven’t passed. The door opened and closed with an extra click. Whoever came in, locked the door.

A concoction of fear and perplexion overtook your system.

Peeling the blanket off, you called out, “Geten?”

A scream pierced through your chest at the sight of black instead of white hair. Dabi does nothing to stop your screech and stands by the door with crossed arms.

Crawling further up the bed, you clutched onto your blanket like a pathetic child.

“How did you get in here?” Your breathing hitched and your shoulders bounced with every inhale.

“Passed your roommate in the hallway,” He shrugged. “What a bitch, right? Didn’t even question who was asking.”

He unfortunately took the words right out of your mouth. But you couldn’t really blame her. How was she supposed to know your crazy ex’s actively stalking you.

“Get out, Dabi,” You tried to sound firm but even you could hear how your voice wobbled.

He started walking closer until his knee leaned on the side of the bed. Pulling the blanket to the side, he grabbed your calf and dragged you further down the bed. Screeching, you tried to kick him away, but he pressed further into the muscle.

Propping his body over yours with a hand by your head, he engulfed his form with yours. With your free hands, you pushed and hit his chest.

“Get off! Get off me!” You screamed and thrashed your head side to side.

With clenched eyes, the world around you blended into that damp alleyway. Smoke from both the gun and fire stuff their way into your airways until all you can taste is ash.

Dabi gripped your cheeks and shook your head with vigor. Blinking through the tears, you see his indignant expression above you. Toggling onto his baggy shirt, you both wanted to pull him close and as far away as you could.

“What the fuck is up with you?”

“G-get,” You gulped to suck in more air, “get away from me.”

He dug his fingers further into your mandible, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. You owe me an explanation.”

“I think putting your ass in jail is enough of an explanation. What do you want from me?”

“I want to know why my girlfriend-”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

The hand on your jaw trailed down to wrap around your neck instead. No pressure was put, but the threat very much apparent.

“I forgot about your new favorite pass time, that fucking albino loser.” Malice dripped from his tongue, “You lie to him too?”

Guilt strewn across your face at the jab. “Dabi, look, you know I’m so-”

“You don’t get to be sorry after the bullshit you have pulled.” The veins on his hand bulged as it absentmindedly tightened around your throat further.

“Geten is going to be here soon, so you better leave,” You grasped for anything to get him off you.

Dabi laughed with a deep husky tone, “You think that prick scares me? I would be more worried about yourself if he finds you in such a compromising position with your ex.”

Kicking up a fuss again, you tried to kick him but he placed his hand under your thigh and brought your knee to your chest. The skirt you were wearing hiked up to show your black and pink skull panties.

Crawling further upon you, he straddled your free leg so your whole body besides your hands were trapped under him. Nudging his knee closer to your exposed core, he dug into your slit but didn’t move. You fought the urge to squirm as you would only grind on his leg, falling right into the palm of his hand.

Completely frozen, Dabi took advantage of your petrified state and tucked a finger under your right thigh high and pulled it down. His warm fingers dragged down your slowly exposed skin until the sock sat at your ankle. Leg in tHE air, he nosed at your calf until he hit a particular spot. There, sat on the middle of your calf a scar the size of a quarter. Barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.

Chills ran down your spine when Dabi kissed the old wound. The skin long since healed over and discolored. The chunk of skin and muscle gone from your calf bound you together better than any chain or rope could.

“There’s no one in this world that will love you like I do. This,” He dug his thumb into the scar, “Right here is proof of my love.”

What a load of bullshit, you wanted to say but kept your mouth shut. What he did wasn’t love, it was misdirected anger and obsession. Anything he did was never for you, but himself.

A knock on the door had both you and Dabi snap your attention towards the person behind it. You held your breath, praying it wasn’t Geten.

“Y/n, I forgot my keys!” Ayame called out.

Your ex turned back towards you as you opened your mouth to scream. The hand on your neck, shoved two fingers down your throat. A wet, ugly gag echoed in the space between you two.

“Scream and I’ll beat your ass bloody,” He sneered, nose to nose.

Tears bubbling over, you nodded in agreement and clutched onto his wrists. Dabi kept his focus on your mouth, not caring Ayame kept pounding on the door. Dragging his fingers an inch back, he thrusted them back in but more gentle. This time you didn’t gag but your throat did tighten.

“Fuck, there’s my good girl,” He sighed into you.

With firm strokes, he fucked his fingers in and out of you. Drool dripped down from his fingers and your lips, caking your chin. Your eyes went hazy as you were swallowed by bright blues, him never breaking eye contact.

The buzzing of your phone broke you from your trance. Dabi pulled his fingers from your mouth and brought them to his own. Sticking his pierced tongue out, he licked and sucked your saliva off his fingers.

Whipping the excess wetness on his pants, he grabbed for your phone before you could protest.

“Looks like your boyfriend is here.”

He dangled your phone in front of your face to see the message. You reached out to swipe the phone but he pulled the phone back and far above you.

“Dabi, please!”

“He can wait.”

“No, he’ll get suspicious and come up here and-”

He flung your phone onto the floor and got back into your face, “Why do you care what that reject thinks, you’re mine.”

“No I’m not! When will you get that through your thick fucking skull.”

“And when will you get it through yours that you belong to me! You put me away to serve time and I still came back. You’re gonna have to kill me to get rid of me for good.”

His nostrils flared while he stared down at you with such contempt. Every word he said, he meant. Like a cockroach he would survive and crawl his way back to you.

“I need to go,” You tried to reason.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Forcing you back onto the bed, he dropped your leg to grip your shoulders. Pinning your hips down with his. With one hand, he pulled your shirt to the side. Licking the exposed skin of your neck, he nibbled and sucked at the skin.

“Stop, you’ll leave a mark,” You whined as you kicked your legs out.

The flesh tingled as his teeth scraped against it. His lips did not leave anything untouched.

Nosing up to your ear, he said, “That’s the point.”

With more fervor you bucked your hips to throw him over, but he stayed steady. Likened to a rabid animal, Dabi bit into your neck hard to tame your thrashing. Your breath left you with piercing pain. Luckily he didn’t break skin.

Satisfied, he pulled away and examined his artwork. There was no hiding the bruises littering the side of your neck. Getting up and off you, Dabi blatantly adjusted the hard-on in his pants.

Pulling yourself up, you watched him flick open the lock. Looking over his shoulder, a wide smirk stretched over his burnt skin at your pathetic form. He pointed to the side of his neck.

“Have fun explaining that to your little boyfriend.”

You slapped a hand over your neck and flinched at the raw skin. Cackling, he slammed the door closed, leaving you in your shame. 

[yandereaffections]

Fruits Basket Masterlist

Tohru Honda My Beloved

Artist S/o

Yuki Sohma

Headcannons

S/os hair gets stuck on a stick

S/o whos like Kyo in personality 

Hatori Sohma

Shy S/o

S/o getting into a car crash

headcannons

Ayame Sohma

Shy Smol S/o

Shigure Sohma

Headcannons

Taking care of a exhausted S/o

“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Yandere Alphabet G,I,K,S,T

Introverted/Anxious S/o

S/o absolutely hates him

Akito Sohma

Headcannons

Momiji Sohma

Headcannons

S/o being taken advantage of

Approaching a shy S/o

Yandere Alphabet: E,X

Kyo Sohma

HC

Timid S/o

S/o who is also a cat shifter

Being introduced to the Cat Shifter S/os family

Cubby and sweet s/o

Hastsu Haru

S/o whos calming

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Yandere gets asked by the darling if they can pretend to date each other for a while since they’re so good looking (Yandere doesn’t know darling at that point in time). But when darling doesn’t need them to pretend anymore, the Yandere has become obsessed.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, delusion, obsession, manipulation

Please pretend to date me!

Caesar A. Zeppeli

🫧Caesar rarely finds himself putting down a little damsel in distress, especially if you have a reason for requesting him to date you for a while. He gladly offers his help, tells you that you don’t need to pay him money for his favor. How could he have said no to those big doe eyes back then? He’s a master in courting too so there are no flaws in his acting. You feel flattered, know of his scandalous past with women though so you never get your hopes up high. Both of you have a deal after all. That all is fine and valid but the time you spend with Caesar changes something within the man. He’s exposed to the entirety of your quirky charms and habits during the following months and suddenly it’s like his eyes have been opened for the first time.

🫧You’re like a rare jewel among the crowd and all of a sudden his heart is engulfed by passionate fire of love. The presents he gifts you multiply in number and price and there’s a noticeably more possessive side on him when he catches someone staring at you or flirting with you. His gaze is always trained on you, a infatuated haze keeping him from thinking logically. Maybe he forgot within all of his ecstasy about the deal you two had, he’s genuinely shocked when you inform him that you don’t need him anymore since you’ve accomplished your goals. Haven’t you felt during all this time with him never once genuine affection? He’s hurt in his feelings and pride when you shot him effortlessly down.

🫧The Zeppeli man isn’t one to give up easily though as his mind is set on you and how perfect the two of you would be. He doesn’t leave you alone nor is your family left alone. Caesar worms his way into your inner circle of loved ones with his charm which is relatively easy. They don’t know about you two technically never having been together and convinces them that you two had a bad argument and that you refuse to listen to him. Nearly everything you say makes it look like you’re really pissed at him and your friends end up trying to make you at least listen to Caesar, utterly charmed by him and willing to help you not lose a lotto win like him. He even pops up in places where you are where he picks up on being the doting and loving boyfriend right away.

Wave

🐟Despite working for a corrupted empire, Wave has a good heart. That is most noticeable when he is gullible enough to let himself get talked into accepting your pleads to pretend to date him for a while. You’ve noticed him for his good looks for a while now and know that he’s a good option, not to mention that his position is a bonus. He has no choice, he just starts panicking when tears appear in your eyes and you’re about to beg on your knees. Kurome and Run tease him later for this entire ordeal but Wave plans to pull through. At least you’re pleasant and nice, don’t force him into anything he doesn’t want to do. He tries to balance his time between work and you somehow although you understand when he’s busy. You’re understanding and sweet side when he’s all exhausted are key factors in the start of his blossoming feelings.

🐟You’re charming and funny and even if kind you don’t hesitate to scold others if they did something stupid. You’re so refreshing from the violent life he has right now, Wave eats your kindness and your attention up at one point. All the affection suddenly has his heart beating out of his chest out of flattery and giddiness and he’s more willing to go a bit further with affection, if you’re fine with it too. He tries to be more helpful for you too when he’s there, buys you small presents and things you need. His heart breaks though when you one day tell him that you don’t need him anymore as he sort of forgot about the promise you two made.

🐟Run and Kurome console him after they asked him about the gloomy aura surrounding him and Wave tells them that he gained feelings for you. They might not even be very surprised about this. Wave sort of stalks his darling for a while after, uncertain what he can do now yet he trails behind them like a attached puppy. He still has the strong urge to protect you from the bad people in this city but how to approach you is a different matter. Esdeath, when finding out about his unrequited love, probably just told him to take you if he wants you, although Wave didn’t listen to her advice. The man probably starts from the beginning by attempting to court his darling the normal way in hopes that he can get them to fall in love with him normally.

Asuka Ryo

👼Ryo is a menace yet he is with his young years already a professor and also very good-looking so here you are, asking him to date you for a while until whatever problem that has appeared has disappeared again. You think the young man is less perplexed and more amused by your request as he asks you what exactly has happened for you to want him to pretend to be your boyfriend and what exactly he’d have to do. You’re just glad that he hasn’t downright rejected you so you tell him about what he would have to do and why you need help in such a form in the first place. Ryo agrees in the end as he finds himself entertained with your situation and is sure that this all could be quite interesting.

👼His behavior is unfitting at times though as you realize with time, he’s extremely eccentric and somewhat apathetic to the people around you and even you. It gets maybe to the point where you start regretting asking him but that’s when Ryo all of a sudden switches a bit. Suddenly he attempts to be more friendly with you, is holding back with his more cold words even when you or someone of your family or friend circle did something stupid. He still does whatever the hell he wants to do but he tries not to drag you into his mess as much anymore. The thought that he has taken a liking to you never crosses your mind, you’re just relieved when you don’t need him anymore.

👼Although the grin he gives you before he drives away in his car unnerves you a bit. Your bad gut feeling becomes very much a reality when Ryo indeed appears in your life again, unwilling to leave it now that you’ve let him in. You’re such a wonderful person after all, Ryo finds himself having a hard time leaving you alone. He pops up wherever you are and it freaks you out, you’re unaware he manages to track you down with ease because he took some precautions. Ryo knew that you’d throw him away as soon as the problem would be solved so he made sure to install a tracker in your phone just in case. He knows that what he does makes you hate and fear him but he doesn’t really care as long as no one else can have you.

Sohma Ayame

🐍Ayame sticks out with his extremely gorgeous looks and his flamboyant personality to match. You think he might be the right person to ask until you’ve cleared up the mess you got yourself in which is why you seek him one day out in his fashion shop. You tell him about your problem and that you need him to pretend to be together with you for a while. He hesitates a bit but you insist that you two don’t need to do anything affectionate if he doesn’t want to. Eventually you get through him with your pleading eyes as he sighs dramatically and says that he can’t reject you whilst you sit there looking like a damsel in distress. Ayama holds back with physical affection, even if darling is male or if this plays after the curse.

🐍He tries his best to act the part though by calling you all sort of nicknames which sometimes make you uncomfortable when he gets too immersed into his role. Is this still a play? Certainly not as Ayame finds himself turning more and more infatuated the longer he gets to see what a great person you are. Suddenly he’s texting and calling you every hour and wants to know where you are, wants to be constantly with you and starts spoiling you with presents and clothes he made for you himself. If he can touch you, he definitely does now. You shatter his dreamy state when you one day call him and tell him that you’ve solved your problem and don’t need him anymore. Mine hears him a while later crying in a locked up room. How could you break up with him? You two were two pieces made for each other.

🐍Ayame, by now a delusional individual, is unable to leave you alone as he has become obsessed with the thought of you two being lovers. He’s sure that it was fate that brought you into his shop that day, believes that you two are soulmates of some sort. You find yourself surrounded by the white-haired male as he still messages you and calls you, sometimes even follows you. He doesn’t drop the overly sweet and affectionate boyfriend, sometimes is downright overbearing. He knows that you never intended to be serious but that’s just because you don’t see the potential of you two yet. He’s not very afraid of getting your friends and family on his side, might even guilt-trip you to give him a real chance if he knows that he can.

Miroku

🕳️Especially if his darling turns out to be a beautiful woman will Miroku be quick to agree to their request even if all of his friends wind up talking behind his back again. Miroku insists that he’s not only agreeing because his darling is pretty though, he senses their slight distress with whatever situation they stumbled into and need his help for. It’s only for a little while after all, nothing too serious. Miroku himself is more eager to engage in the whole act of a couple than his darling probably is and once again, especially if his darling is female he will exhibit a lot of his perverted traits. Sango usually scolds him for it and apologizes on his behalf. He’s still flirting with other women at times although you don’t feel offended, aware of his womanizing habits.

🕳️You’re surprised though when you notice after a few weeks that he’s stopped with it but you don’t question it. He’s not looking at other women anymore, he seems to solely look at you and grows more genuine with his affection. Sure, he’s still a little bit perverted here and there but he’s exposing his more mature and charming side to you. Miroku is at a little conflict though as he knows that this is only a temporary deal with you and on top of that knows that he’s grown quite obsessed with you. He shouldn’t feel this way but he can’t seem to hold back his heart that is overflowing with love he didn’t know someone was capable of feeling for someone else.

🕳️There’s pain flashing shortly on his face when you eventually break it down to him that the problem has been solved and that you don’t need him anymore but he quickly composes himself and wishes you the best of luck. Maybe this is the best way for the two of you, you don’t need someone who is utterly obsessed with you in your life. He should try to forget you. Miroku can’t forget you though and he starts growing very uneasy at one point since he hasn’t seen you. There’s this bubble of irritation inside his chest, one that mingles with his logical thinking. When he travels one day all the way back to your village to see you, he’s still contemplating what to do. His heart tells him to just take you but he knows that he shouldn’t force you. Miroku tries to be mature but he can’t help the immense jealousy when someone else is making a move on you.

[darishima]

What do you like about Midari? I rarely find people who love the show :D

ohh boy that's hard to answer... is it a copout if i say everything? it probably is so i'm gonna try to pin down all the reasons why. sorry it'll probably be long and a bit rambley 😭 thank you so so much for asking though i have been WAITING for the opportunity to talk about midari

*tw for discussion of self harm, suicidal thoughts, and general mental illness (obviously, cause this is midari we're talking about)*

first of all, i think a lot of it is because i heavily relate to her. the feeling of never being fulfilled or truly happy and turning to pain and suicide as the apparent answer... it really hits home, and back when i watched kakegurui for the first time (in 2019) i'd never really seen any other piece of media that talked about it so openly.

that, specifically, is one of the things i find most interesting about her- the fact that (prior to meeting kirari and losing her eye) she'd never been "truly happy." and the fact that (self-inflicted) pain (or the risk of pain/death, specifically) is what finally made her feel something is so deeply sad. i feel like a lot of people brush her off as a "crazy yandere" or whatever, which is frustrating because she's so much more than that (and even her ""yandere"" side, the way she feels about yumeko, is just because she wants yumeko to kill her; it's not the typical yandere portrayal, like yuno gasai or the like, because it's not driven by romantic interest- at least, not fully). she's clearly struggling (the bandages she wears on her arms seem much too convenient to be there for any reason other than covering self harm scars/injuries), but she still has such a confident and "gives-no-fucks" attitude that i find genuinely admirable. she's really smart (she's a amazing gambler, has good grades, and i've always gotten the impression that she could easily be the top of her class, maybe even rival sayaka, if she ever bothered to study), very perceptive (as shown when she immediately saw through yumemi's idol façade and sayaka's intelligence), and also genuinely caring, like when she saves ayame nureba from suicide in the kakegurui midari manga (granted, she does it in a distinctly midari-esque way, but she still saves her life).

a lesser seen side of her, though, is that she's actually kind of... a adorable weirdo? it's most often shown in kakkokari (a manga spinoff of kakegurui that not many people have read, because it's never gotten an official english release/translation). like, she refers to animals with the -san honorific (except giraffes, she doesn't like giraffes),

cleans up trash around the school,

knows yumemi's songs by heart,

orders cutesy dishes at a coffee shop,

and when she gets 3rd place in a "which student council member do you want to be your girlfriend" competition, she's surprised and embarrassed (i'd vote for her in a heartbeat btw)

she's just so skrunkly yknow?? and there's dozens more moments like this from kakkokari, like when she wears a kigurumi hoodie like runa's, or when she gets hiccups and convinces kirari to choke her, or when she turns out to be surprisingly worried about how other people perceive her, and asks sayaka to teach her how to fix her "vulgarity" (and then gets told by kirari that she seems "normal," and immediately holds her gun to her head lmao).

TLDR; she's someone who is struggling a lot, and has been for years, but still manages to be smart, perceptive, confident, and kind. the issues she has with her mental health are things i've struggled with too, and really relate to (i'm a midari kin, after all), and god i just want to give her a hug so bad. and she's also adorable and goofy and weird in all the best ways, and she means the world to me <3

sorry that was SO long lmao... i had to omit a lot of character analysis from kakegurui midari (a manga spin off about her pre-canon, in which she has a girlfriend) but i hope i answered your question well enough!! thank you for asking, and giving me an excuse to ramble about midari :))

[irafook]

Tagged by @limonium-anemos ♡

nickname: Ira

height: 1,60 m. I think.

last thing googled: solo leveling antares (I was reading the novel and wanted to know how he looked like in the webcomic)

song stuck in my head: Lay All Your Love On Me, by ABBA. Yandere vibes...

followers: I try not to look at it, it gives me a headache

amount of sleep: sleep? what's that do they sell it on ifood

wearing: old oversized t-shirt of khr that I stole from a guy I dated

movie/book that summarises you: I don't think there's one? BUT I can name two books that I read when I was very young and definitely helped shape my personality/world view : His Dark Materials trilogy, by Philip Pullman, and The Inkheart series, by Cornelia Funke.

fav song currently: I Choose, by Alessia Cara. I blame this ORV animatic.

aesthetic: Oversized/comfy clothes, books, watercolor brushes, milkshakes, messy rooms full of stuff I didn't remember I had

fav authors: from fandom, MayMarlow and @terrific-lunacy

Not fandom: Diana Wynne Jones, Patrick Rothfuss, MXTX

random fact: I fried shrimps today for dinner. I burned them :(

Tagging (no pressure as always ♡): @chenziee , @cheshirecaine ,

@heart-cores , @nekophy , @hamstercheese7 , @frogdance ,

@kuro-ayame , @exrocist

[idiotwhowritesshipstuff]

🐒 anon again! I got an angst request if you can consider it that. With Yandere Akane(dra), and Kanade(sdra2), and if you couldn’t guess by now I love them both❤️ With a Fem! Reader who runs after their best friend when their best friend was the blackened. Basically like the Peko/Fuyuhiko whole execution and reader dies. (Readers best friend can be dead/alive. But after what Kanade/Akane saw they might as well be dead lmao)

Hmmmm I think I'm gonna reject this request as I'm not too fond of yandere scenarios where the reader dies (I shouldve stated this in my rules lol sorry). I'm down for this kind of scenario with non yandere though thats my bread and butter

If you want my general thoughts for what they would do I believe Kanade would hold the reader back from even trying to but if you managed to slip past her, she would kill the reader's best friend then herself as its been stated by Linuj if she outlived Hibiki she would kill herself.

Akane would react similarly to how she responded to Ayame's death as she would also try to stop you and when she fails she'll fall apart. Unlike Kanade she would have no desire to kill your best friend but she will be unfathomably jealous that you chose them over your very life. If you lived she may have killed them but with you dead she'll be left broken for a few days before ending herself.

Quite dark honestly

[kuromiota]

🕯️💌 with ayame and kirumi please :D

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I honestly can't get a good grasp of what ayame would be like as a yandere so I'm just doing kirumi, apologies!

🕯️ || How do they feel about punishing you?

💌 || How long did it take them to realize they had feelings for you? Was it love at first sight, or did they need to get to know you better?

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🕯:

Kirumi would never, she's more so a yandere in a sense that she feels has to protect me at sll costs, she would never harm me in any way

💌:

Kirumi is really observant and has a grasp on what's going on inside her head, I don't think ut would take to long for her to figure out that she has feelings for me, but the yandere thoughts on the other hand might take a while to comprehend exactly what's going on-

[aesthetictoya]

Akane being “protective” towards Ayame

[dragon-in-the-watery-bowl]

Blood-Red Craze

I did another fic, this one being more of a separated thing.

Warnings for yandere/obsessive behavior, violence, intrusive thoughts, stalking and inappropriate feelings from a 20-year old to a 16-year old girl.

It's the end of the day's classes. He looks at Akane, talking to one of their classmates. Well, that term was incorrect, they were only the unknowing victims that will fall at his hand once the world as they knew fell and Junko's plans for him and her started.

The girl which Akane is talking to, Ayame Hatano, the Ultimate Sprinter, says something that he can't hear, and the maid laughs.

He's annoyed. Akane has been following him since the day he blessed her to save her from the people who was hurting her in that orphanage.

Not because he was sad for her, just because he wanted to feel something after helping her.

It was just that. Only that.

And, like this, she followed him into the path of despair, having followed his orders of killing the family of the boy he was acting as.

Yuki Maeda.

But, even like this, he was sure she was against the Ultimate Despair's goals. After all, she never fell into despair like him, she only joined the organization to be with him.

Every time he saw her falter on their mission, he always asked, no, demanded her to confirm her affiliation to despair, sometimes to the point she was groveling to his feet, consumed by the fear of him, her savior, leaving her behind and taking the blessing that gave her freedom and protection.

He always stopped pressing the issue once he got absolute proof of her loyalty, that she would follow him to hell, no matter if she knew that what they were doing was wrong.

But there was always a little voice inside his mind, that wanted him to continue to press and break her, until she was willing to do everything for him, completely drowned in fear and despair.

He preferred to ignore those suggestions, feeling that breaking the maid would be detrimental to their mission, but there was occasions where he was more receptive to what it said to him.

Like when someone else was talking to her.

In those moments, the voice didn't tell him to break her into the perfect submissive doll, preferring to tell him other things.

"Look at that stupid clown, distracting her from continuing spending time with you with her dumb tricks. You should teach her a lesson her idiot brain can understand"

"What's the deal with this no-name, trying to flirt with Akane Taira? Can't he see that she's ours? It would be easy to make a stray bullet hit his worthless brain, if you want..."

"It's clear that the son of her new employer has feelings for her, she has said he almost never leaves her side when she's working and always looks at her in a weird way. It would be better for us if he had an 'accident', right?"

"You know that Akane Taira has feelings for that sprinter, if she continues to interact with her, she will leave you. We need to eliminate the competition, as it is said"

He had to control himself, they needed to be stealthy for their mission, and strange misfortunes surrounding them would make them suspicious, but something deep inside him wanted them to disappear and having her back to himself.

"Akane is ours and only ours" The voice told him again and again.

He was sure that there wasn't any feelings remaining in him since the day he ran away from the place he once called a "home" and he discovered the truth about his curse of a luck.

But the words of that voice always made him unable to think clearly.

And one day, they screamed loud and clear, once he saw that man, hidden between the bushes.

---

Since the day he saw her, brunette hair in a ponytail, sweet and beautiful face, and poise and elegance on her movements, he had become obsessed with her.

The fact they never talked didn't bothered him.

He has been infatuated with her since he saw her on a festival, in the most beautiful kimono he had seen, and he has been following her the best he could since she joined the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy, not having gotten there because of him being too old to get into the Reserve Course.

But there was one thing that annoyed him.

When she wasn't with any of the other girls of her class, she was joined at the hip with this ginger guy.

The boy always looked like he just woke up and he didn't cared to even try to brush his hair, but she always looked at him like he was the most perfect and beautiful person in the world, even if he didn't recognized her presence half the time.

He hated him.

What was she seeing in him? He was clearly ignoring her half the time.

You know, if he got rid of that boy, he could finally have a chance with her...

But, while he was smiling at his great idea, he realized something that gave him a chill through his spine.

The boy was clearly looking at him.

---

He had ran away when he realized that the boy had noticed his presence, but that wasn't going to stop him.

He continued following them, trying to stay hidden, this time to know the boy's routine, and be able to strike him undetected.

To his luck, besides spending the time with his love, he was always alone, trying to not interact with his classmates.

The boy clearly didn't knew that his behavior was going to dig his grave.

He spent days laying his plan and, by the beginning of May, he had everything ready.

He would get rid of the boy and the Ultimate Maid would be his.

Now, he had to wait for them to be separated.

Thankfully, that happened sooner than he expected.

She had gone away from the building with one of her classmates, the Ultimate Sprinter, if he remembered correctly. After he got rid of the boy, that girl would be next, he had realized that his beloved also looked at her with love in her eyes.

Anyways, this means that the boy would be all alone.

He was expecting that his intrusion into Hope's Peak to be harder, knowing that the building was constantly watched over by security guards, but he didn't crossed paths with anyone since he got inside.

He had gotten really lucky.

Now, he needed to find the boy.

He didn't took long before he saw his messy ginger hair on the windows of the old building, so, with a knife on his hand, he started the hunt.

But finding that boy inside the building was better said than done. He looked like he had disappeared, he couldn't find him anywhere, and he was starting to get irritated.

If he didn't kill the kid and buried his body soon, he would get caught.

It was at that moment, he saw a door open. He had to be there, so he entered the room, knife in hand and ready to finish this off.

The room was full of boxes and other things, the curtains were closed and none of the lights worked, meaning that he would have to hunt him in the dark once he closed the door, to make sure he didn't escape.

With the door closed, he was almost completely blind, so he had to trust his hearing to locate the boy, but he wasn't able to move even a meter before a sharp and intense pain cut through his back, making him fall to the ground.

The fucking kid had cut his back.

He could feel his blood pooling on his shirt and he tried to get up, but then he felt a hand grabbing the collar of his shirt, throwing him onto his back and making him lose his grasp onto the knife.

Then the boy sat onto his stomach.

Through the small amount of light that now was entering the room, he could see a bloodied butcher knife on his hand. That was what he had used to attack him.

But what he could see the most was his face. His expression was as empty of emotion as always, but he could feel pure rage and hatred behind his eyes.

"So you're the one who has been stalking Akane Taira all this time?" The boy's voice was devoid of emotion, but the way he was saying those words told him that he wanted to kill him.

He had to take him off of him and grab his knife back, but before he could move, the kid moved faster than him, using the knife in his hand to cut his arm.

The hit wasn't enough to separate his arm completely, but the pain and the amount of blood told him that the bone was broken, and another hit would amputate his arm completely.

When he put his eyes back onto the boy, he could see him, the butcher knife high in the air, ready to strike again, and eyes empty and wrathful.

He wouldn't die at the hands of this brat.

"You can't kill me! I have connections with powerful people and you're just a kid who won a lottery! Once my body is found, you can say goodbye to your life!" He screamed, in a last ditch effort to save his own ass.

But the kid just laughed.

It was a laugh that sent shivers down his spine. There wasn't anything in that laugh except pure disdain, not taking his threats seriously.

Acting like they didn't meant anything to him.

And seeing his face for last time, he knew he was going to die.

There was now a smile on his face. Well, calling it "smile" was a stretch, because it felt more like when a lion is baring its teeth before it rips your throat out.

He realized it too late, that this kid was as obsessed with her as him.

And the last thing he ever saw was the knife falling into his head.

---

He hated the idea of leaving Akane alone with Ayame, but it was the best way to get her away while he took care of that man.

He had been aware of someone stalking Akane for a while, even if she wasn't, and had rapidly devised a plan to kill him.

Lure him to a trap was easy with the Divine Luck, and the strength disparity was taken care with a fast sneak attack and trusting that the pain and blood loss distracted him from attacking him back.

The hardest thing, though, was cut his body into pieces. When he was finished with it, both the entire place and him were caked in blood, and his arms had ended cramped from the effort.

Now, he had to shove the body parts to some trash bags he had hidden in the room and throw them somewhere where nobody could see them.

The smell of blood and cut viscera was starting to become unbearable after some minutes, but he was almost finished. It only remained to throw the man's decapitated head.

He grabbed it by its hair and took a look to it. He only needed to stab his face once or twice to kill him, but he ended up caving it into hamburger meat without realizing.

Ending the life of someone who was trying to separate him and Akane was... exhilarating. Cutting his arm to stop him from grabbing his weapon and seeing his face contorted in pain made him feel a shiver of excitement, a feeling that it became stronger when he started to stab his face into a pulp, until his body was trembling and hot when he finally left the man's face unrecognizable.

He replayed the man's last words before he killed him in his head and smiled.

He was going to get away with this.

The Divine Luck would make sure that there wasn't any witnesses to what he had done and what he was going to do, and, even if someone catched a sight of him, the school was already too corrupted with the Ultimate Despair's influence to do anything about it.

If anything, he was more worried about how Akane would react to it. He had felt something in his stomach when she killed the Maeda parents under his orders, something that he's sure wasn't nausea, but he wasn't sure how she would react if she knew.

Disturbed? Happy? That girl was a complete mystery for him sometimes.

After putting the man's dismembered body on the bags, he thought where to throw them. He was on the academy's old building, so he could use the trash room's incinerator to burn the body and his bloodied clothes.

Thankfully, he had decided to wear some of the clothes he wore while living on the streets, not wanting to risk ruining both the academy's uniform nor Yuki Maeda's stolen clothes, having left some spares on the bathhouse to wear after washing the blood off his body.

Now he had to start working with getting rid of everything.

He wasn't worried about someone getting into the building, the Divine Luck would make sure nobody got close to it.

Opening the door into the incinerator wouldn't be hard either, he would easily pick the lock.

Once the flames start and everything burns, he wouldn't need to worry about it, going back to waiting for the day despair consumes this world.

No one except for himself would know he did it.

He had bloodied his hands for her.

His actions could be considered "love"? He wasn't sure.

But he was sure of one thing.

Nobody would take her away from him.