#yandere oliver aiku

[lacedupforyou]

Part two of the yandere u-20 team please :DD

" 𝕆𝕦𝕣𝕤" Yandere Japan U-20 Pt.2

~ This is a part 2! Check out part 1 here! ~

After a weeks of total chaos, Filled with surprises. You were exhausted, mentally and physically. Spending the days being dragged to do things and spend time with the team members. You spent hours with Miroku analyzing Buddhist texts, He loved how you listened and praised his spiritual abilities and sometimes his physical abilities. Just to be dragged away by Teru, asking you to watch him play and his tricks. Sendo butting in and bragging how he was the ace and that you should watch him play. To always keep your eyes on him when he plays. Because he plays for you.

They adored when you would help them with their hair, Hayate and Itsuki were blushing messes when you parted their hair or combed it. When you ran your fingers through it... God they wanted to grab you there and kiss you until you begged for breath.

Of course you have a life outside all of this, Friends...Family..Loved ones. One day you had came into work with what looked like..Some ring? Perhaps just jewelry..But you looked so happy..? Had one of the players beat the other to slipping a ring on your finger..? Teppei wasted not time asking you about it in front of everyone. You explained that it was a promise ring! How you had been in love and that you were promising yourself to some guy.

Their faces were all neutral with slight boredom, Like square one. You just smiled and walked off to fill out more due papers. Oliver turned around walked to the nearest wall and drove his fist into it. Leaving cracks and a hole. Everyone in the team knew they had to do something about it. Nio was fuming the whole time, Some guy comes in and slips a ring on your finger? Hell no. Hell no. Through some cyber stalking Mostly done by Cho and Hayate due to their calm and collected nature and narrowing it down, They found the guy.

They were famous athletes, If they wanted something they were going to get it. And in a blink of an eye, Your beloved had to leave the country for..Unknown reasons. You were devastated, Just a small note with a lousy goodbye. You didn't come into work that day, You stayed in bed between sobs and small naps. Your hair was messy and you were only half dressed. With some small shorts and a small top hung over your shoulder. You didn't care, You had no motivation to do anything.

You heard a loud knock at the door and you slowly walked tot he door. Just to be greeted by teppei! Your eyes lit up in a special kind of way. His smile dropped a little to see your condition. The way you looked so drained because of some nobody.. You enjoyed the moment to see him just to notice Teru in your peripheral vision bolting towards you again suffocating you in a hug. For more and more members to grab you and inhale that smell of yours. While some stood back and admired you.

You noticed some of them glancing at your clothing and you hurried away to change into something more fitting. They were all in their U-20 jackets and pants. You fit yourself into some casual's quickly and rushed into your bathroom mirror to get your hair together, You noticed Hayate walking towards you and standing behind you so close. His large figure towering over you behind him. "Do you need any help..With your hair?" You nodded and he did his best to fix it up. To feel your hair between his fingers was incredible. The others watching with a slight glare.

They had taken you out to dinner and karaoke and it was lovely. Most of you didn't have any liquor but the room was spinning and everyone started to get blurry. You stopped for a moment. You were sweating and you felt exhausted. Everyone just seemed to stare at you worry written on their faces. You collapsed from exhaustion and Sendo caught you in his arms. "It's fine, Just tired we should get 'em home." They took you home and laid you down softly. Watching you sleep. Itsuki tucked you in sweetly but they didn't leave. Seeing your chest rise up and down.. You were hypnotizing to them..They weren't going to let you give up. You belong to them. They're going to be taking very, very, very good care of you no matter what you say or do.

[ofallthingsnasty]

Thinking about... Kaiser and Oliver manipulating you

Tags: both are 20+, gn reader, foreigner!reader for kaiser, toxic relationships, yandere themes but not quite the classic tropes, this is ugly but sfw, emotional manipulation, minors please dni Word count: 1.4k

Note: Requests are open ah- I am dying to talk nasty bllk with people haha.

I feel like both Oliver and Kaiser are highly emotionally manipulative, each in their own way.

We know that Oliver is good at putting on a calm and collected face to get what he wants - yet his true intentions always bleed through, bit by bit. Just like he got Sae to shelve Shidou, his true intentions may not be lost on you, but he still manages to get under your skin with dangerous precision.

He knows just how insecure you are about his dating history; he can tell by the way you pull a face when he's going to fancy parties on his own, how you always preen at his compliments, how you ask him in that little voice of yours “Does this look okay?” at every outfit you wear,  how you're constantly looking for validation, for love. You can be so weak, so needy and he’s aware that it's because of how he used to be. It makes you malleable, keeps you with him - playing into that little insecurity of yours is so easy he could do it in his sleep. You want to prove yourself to him and play right into his little games, unknowingly.

He’ll sit you on his lap during parties and chat about his past flames and how he played them, fully aware that you are all ears. You might act like you’re trying to stab the lemon slice in your long drink, seemingly lost in your own thoughts - but you are listening intently. His teammates will try to involve you in the conversation, too, laughing along, asking how you tamed him after his wild youth, how you got him to settle down. And you’ll have to actually pay attention to them or you’ll be branded as the rude one, the no-fun one, the nag. Remember that fling or this one? Remember how it all went down, how you got busted dating those two models at once?  You always sit there, laughing nervously while trying not to count the mounting notches on his belt. His friends keep fanning the flames, so oblivious to your discomfort. You’ll inch closer to his chest, grip your glass so hard it might just burst any time, take constant peeks at your phone - anything to distract yourself a little while their excited chatter washes over you. 

Hell, even the media will never let you forget just how much of a playboy he used to be; every time you open your social media accounts, every time you see some tabloids at the grocery store, it’s right in front of you, an ex here, a nasty comment there  - you try to ignore those headlines, the hate- but still, it sticks. And how suspicious it is, then, that you always see him with his phone tilted away from you either after a fight or when you don't quite act the way he wants you to, that he seems strangely distant after you tell him you're not in the mood for sex, how he’s out without you so often. Soon enough, everything turns into pleasing him, like some sort of competition between you and an imaginary other. You almost become paranoid, constantly eyeing him, always wondering if he's truly just laughing at something silly on his phone or at some flirty text someone sent him, if he’s hiding something from you. With time, your jealousy turns ugly - but also makes you easy to manipulate, even if you get snippy. Just one look, one smile is all he needs to keep you in line, one squeeze of your shoulder is enough to make you shut up, too occupied with the thought of him leaving you for someone else.

I can see him actively going for a darling who is insecure, who is not confident in themselves from the start. Someone who isn’t necessarily conventionally attractive or someone who has made their fair share of bad experiences in the past. Someone who easily falls into those old traps again, unknowingly, and lets him take the reins.

Kaiser takes it a little further. It's only natural that you move in with him quite early in your relationship, relocate to Germany, because that's where he works, no? He wants you close and you don’t object. Maybe you're blinded by your whirlwind romance with the handsome pro or maybe you're just easy to impress - but you willingly leave behind friends and family to be with him. Of course, he has expectations- high ones, at that. You have to be perfect for him, the ideal partner- and a big part of that is getting rid of the language barrier. He needs you to sit pretty during talk shows and interviews, to answer questions with your chic little accent and a sweet smile, he wants to truly parade you around. But no matter how much you pour yourself into your studies, it’s never quite enough.You’re taking a class? You’re trying your hardest with immersion, taking every opportunity to use your skills and hone them? Dedicating so much of your free time to learning the language that you feel like you have a second shift ahead of you when you come home? It’s all not enough. 

A language isn't learned overnight, he knows as much, but his incessant badgering is something to keep you busy with, something to distract you from the way your old friends call less and less. He never stops with his needling, uses every chance he gets to put you down, to make you insecure: of your grammar, your accent, the way it still takes you a couple seconds to process someone talking to you. You’ll never be as skilled as him, a native speaker, and he lets you know as much. And his own lessons! He acts like it's some grand thing you should be grateful for when he sits you down at night to grill you on your progress, never once uttering a single word in English. Makes you repeat phrases until you get the pronunciation right, mocks you when you get the case wrong or use formal instead of informal for him. He'll flick your cheek lightly and with a strained smile on his face once you drift off, tired and no longer receptive after the long day you’ve had. “Zuhören. Du sollst mir zuhören.”, “Du hörst mir nicht zu. Nochmal.”, any iteration of those dreaded sentences is enough to trigger a queasy feeling in your stomach once you hear them. It’ll get to the point where he demands you only speak in German when you’re with him - and the little laughs at your mistakes, the corrections full of condescension will increase tenfold, as will that infuriating feeling of being disrespected, of being seen as lesser. You feel like a child, almost.

Taking you out of your familiar environment, throwing you into a foreign country with no one else but him to rely on - and him being a national superstar, known by everyone, appearing in the news daily - is a dangerous cocktail of dependence and power. Who can you really talk to except for a few sparse texts here and there to your friends when he’s being so overbearing again, constantly criticizing you and reminding you of his status, when he nags and nags and nags you for the most minuscule things. You could go back home, sure. But it’s not like you don’t love him, like there is nothing of worth in this relationship. The warm, fuzzy feeling you get from knowing you are the partner of Michael Kaiser, a breakout soccer star, that he has chosen you and no one else, the comfortable life that comes with this relationship - it’s easy to forgive him for his harshness, for his cold behavior. After all, he has a public image to uphold - that has to be immensely stressful for him, next to his work. No wonder he gets a little short with you sometimes. And with all the luxury that comes with being with him, what is a little bitterness here and there? It’s absolutely nothing, right? Even with his emphasis on the language - he’s just trying to make sure you learn it right, that you progress quickly. So you let yourself be pushed around by him, start to doubt your own feelings and try to appeal to him more and more, try to prove to him that you are capable and not stupid. He might not go for an insecure darling from the very start - but you can be sure that your self-esteem will take a huge hit once he has you in his palm. 

[shaisuki]

Can you make an yandere oliver aiku x chubby reader pls? 🙏

❝ A EMPTY CUP FOR YOU TO FILL. ❞

⚕ FEATURING. YANDERE! OLIVER AIKU

CONTENT WARNINGS. nothing extreme and mostly it's oliver flirting and attempting to seduce reader + trust issues + rejection + intern/journalist reader

SYNOPSIS. oliver have charmed many people in his life including you but you weren't too keen on giving up to his charms and oliver can accept it for the mean time and he would have you.

the first thing oliver notices on women is how pretty they are. their lashes fluttering like butterfly's wings. eyes that looks at him so adoringly that they say yes without him blinking and lips colored by the cutest shade of lipstick that leave marks on his skin and the body follows next. nobody's too ugly or pretty for aiku as long he likes them. everything's fine.

when oliver meet you, the first thing he notices is how warm your gaze are. the deep rich color of your eyes staring on his own mismatched colored eyes and oliver swear you knew all the darkest secrets he have for a minute. he didn't notice you at first. there were too many pretty gals walking around and he least expected you. the intern for the soccer journal waiting to get bits of his personal life for people to criticize including you cause this is what all about to be an athlete is for others to pick you apart.

“you lost, pretty girl?” is what aiku told you the first time you meet. his eyes wandering and taking every curve and dip that fills your work clothes. consisting of a navy blue fitted blouse and dark washed jeans accompanied with low-block heels.

a subtle raise of your eyebrow and the corners of your eyes crinkle at his words. “no. i'm not lost. i'm here for the interview.” his sight darts to the lanyard attached to your id. the word intern highlighted in big bold capital letters below your name. he licks his lips. it gets dry for some time and it won't be bad to steal a kiss from you, not when your lips looking so luscious. coated in a thin sheen of gloss.

“fire any questions, sweetheart. i'm going to answer them as honestly if possible.” a smug grin in his lips and you meet his eyes. staring right back at you. “that would be appreciated.”

it looks like you were immune to his charms. deflecting the subtle signs of him flirting and he knows you're not that oblivious to any of his advances and aiku enjoy a little bit of challenge and just like any other girls that plays hard to get, he'll crack them and you'll be wanting him like the others did. this interview will play right to his advances.

so the interview started and aiku began to show you off the textbook flirting and what kind of gentleman he can be. he brought you to a cafe that you like. you weren't really impressed by it. a interview with the former captain of the under 20 is much important than the person itself.

“you know, i'm only here for the interview. you don't need to bring me here. any place would be fine.” is what you say when you both settled down. “don't worry about that, my pleasure to make you comfortable.” cause aiku thought it would be the best. no annoying teammates to bother him and he knows how fond most women he dated to be taken in something as simple like the café.

“you know this won't work on me, right?” subtlety isn't one of your best attributes and you're running out of patience from how the simple questions you asked him relating to his career turns back on you. it didn't help that he was blatantly eye-fucking the girls passing outside while flirting with you.

“sharper than what i thought. you're a different kind of breed among women, eh? you're the career-driven one. you don't know how to have fun.” a amused scoff spilled past your lips. “we have the different definition of fun and it's not what you're thinking of.” you say nonchalantly, clicking your pen impatiently.

you're much tougher than you look. aiku mused. he looks outside before looking back at you. “say we have a deal. no bullshit from me and i'm giving you the dirt of my life.”

“and the catch?”

“let's hang out for a week.”

“deal.”

you didn't fight much and true to his words. the defender was compliant to all of your questions and his answers isn't what you expected to. there was a depth when you asked him what he thought of soccer and how it impacted him to this day as a athlete. it was another side of him and how passionate he was for the sport. you diligently worked on your notes. jabbing at your notepad at the important details and with the information he was giving you, you were going to write a article about him.

it was a week he spent so much fun without the attachment and for a second aiku forgot that he was supposedly seducing you but fuck the tables were turned around. he was the one being charmed by your little quirks. he lost count of how many times he was staring at your lips. it was calling out for him.

one rainy afternoon, you both ran in the streets of shibuya. the sudden downpour got you both seeking for shelter and was soaked to the bone and aiku brought you to his place. you wanted to refuse but gave up since you can't risk being sick.

aiku let you used his bathroom first and you began to stress about the change of clothing. just when you're about to stress about it, a spare of clothing was laid out for you outside the bathroom doors. aiku must left it for you and you roll your eyes. it's going to be a problem. the clothes were going to fit like a glove or else tighter. it flew right out of the window when you noticed what it was, it was his fucking jersey. well, it can work for now.

“fuck off.” you didn't give him the time to comment. your face warm and for some reason, it made you flustered to be seen in his jersey. a chuckle escaped past his lips. grinning and licking his lips at the sight of you wearing his jersey. some best decision he made last minute.

“just as i thought you couldn't be more sexier. you could wear this in my next match and by some miracle i'll be scoring goals just to show you off.” he pats the seat next to him and you settled down without a fuss. already used to his flirting. “we could work it out, you know.” he begins and you bite your lip.

“you're cool.” you paused for a moment. “but we know you're not the type to stay in a place, oliver.” aiku knows you're not referring to his place in the world but rather to his relationships. you keep him at arm's length but will never pursue any romantic relationships unless it's a platonic one and for the first time, it bothered him.

irritated at the way you keep rejecting his advances and it was true, he wasn't the one to stay for relationships but it was bad that he was bewitched by you. so utterly irresistible and tempting. he can't even tear his gaze off you.

“i value my relationships with others, oliver and i certainly don't want to ruin ours.” patting his cheek and letting the stubble in his face graze your palm. his smile falters a bit and it was starting to numb his face from how forced his smile is. you were just being honest.

he pulls you closer to his body. your soft curves molding on his hard ones. trapped in his arms while you laid beneath him. the coldness of your skin a contrast to his warmth and if aiku wasn't much of a playboy, you could have given him the chance but you can't bring yourself to risk it. any time he'll be back on his own ways and you will be left with nothing.

“we can go back to our own separate ways after this but i certainly won't let you go without doing this.” and he kisses you. a small mmph is you can muster. his tongue licking your lower lip and truth is, you're weak to such affection and you can only part your lips.

welcoming his tongue inside yours. it was much better than what oliver imagined. your lips pressed against his and when you gave the permission for him to kiss you deeply loses it. he savored it like it was the last time he was going to breath.

soft pants echoes in the silence of the room and you're both staring at each other's eyes. “that is all you're getting from me, oliver.” breathless and surrendering is the tone of your voice. you kept it this way cause if you let yourself fall for him, it would be like pouring water on a cup that is never going to be filled.

since when was the last time he got rejected and stung him like hell, he couldn't remember cause this was the first and oliver wasn't going to give up. you're going to be his, in his own way that you won't even notice it but for now, he's contented. his greed will come on later.

[byalexisness]

☆parties aren't allowed

Oliver Aiku x fem! reader

in which you want to go to a party but oliver has other plans with you.

content warning: nsfw!!, yandere themes, established relationship, dirty talking, daddy kink, praising, rough sex, slight size kink and breeding kink if you squint, unprotected sex, possesive! character, overstimulation, biting, slight begging, orgasm denial

do i even have to mention it was pookies idea??? @ringasm best writer of the year!!! my girl has them ideas

first time writing detailed smut <3

"oliiii." you called out with a smile, barging into yours and your boyfriend's shared room.

oliver was laying on his bed, watching a stupid movie that played on the big, expensive TV on the wall. his heterochromatic eyes turned to you, a brow raising at your outfit.

a black, long-sleeved and tight top was hugging your pretty frame, accentuating your chest. its low-cut neck showed your cleavage while its shortness exposed your pretty tummy. his eyes fell on the short, leather skirt barely covering your ass and then, lower to your pretty, black thigh-highs.

"and where do you think you think you are going dressed like that?" his eyes were shamelessly wandering all over your body, taking the way your wonderful body looked.

"at sae's party! can i go? please, please, pleaseeee!" you said with a sweet smile and puppy eyes, which you knew he couldn't resist.

"no." his voice was stern and his eyes traveled up from your cleavage to your face. the red lipstick serving as a decoration on your lips made his breath hitched, along with the way your eyes saddened. "you aren't getting out of the house tonight. end of discussion."

"but oli..." you whined and looked at him with a pout.

"c'mere, lovely." he said and you crossed your arms, shaking your head. "princess, don't make me repeat myself."

with a deep sigh, you dragged your feet towards the king-sized bed he was laying on and stood in front of it, arms still crossed and the pout still there. the sight made oliver chuckle and he sat up on his butt, pulling you on his lap.

"come on, don't be mad at me, my love. you promised me you will stay with me tonight." he said softly as his lips attached to your neck. you actually didn't promise anything, but he just couldn't let you go to his friend's party dressed so...alluring.

"but i wanna go there!" another whine left your lips, both because you were mad and because his lips felt heavenly against your neck.

"shh. no more 'bout that silly party, we will have much more fun here." oliver's deep voice rang into your ears, driving you mad. his wet kisses on your neck made you lose your composure immediately and let out low mewls. "that's it, my good girl." he purred into your ear and you could feel his cock throbbing in his sweaters, poking your ass.

with a swift move, you were under him and his lips were glued to your neck again, nibbling on it softly. your hands went to his soft locks, gripping them as you let your body sink into the matress.

greedy hands grabbed your clothed breasts tightly, massaging the fat, making you yelp and moan.

your sounds were sweet in his ears, musically feeding into his already big ego. "oli, oli, please..."

a harsh grip on your left breast was all you needed to correct yourself. "daddy, please!"

"that's a good girl." that's all he mumbled against your neck, sucking a few love bites on it.

in a few moments, you heard the loud sound of fabric ripping and you found yourself half naked in front of your boyfriend. he ripped your top off without any effort. oliver threw the ripped material somewhere around the room and got rid off your bra.

his mouth continued biting and sucking, paiting your skin with dark hickeys, until he reached your breasts. while his hand played with the hardened nipple of your left breast, his mouth latched onto your right one, sucking greedily.

he was such a sucker for your breasts...

"such pretty tits, all mine. all mine, mine, mine." he almost growled, your nipple still touching his lips. he nibbled on it needily, feeling his cock throbbing in his pants.

in no time, your skirt and panties were scattered around the room, along with his clothes.

hard rock cock in his left hand, stroking himself slowly, as his right worked skillfully on your clit. whines and moans left your mouth as you looked at him through teary eyes, need flowing through your veins.

"such a dirty girl...wanting to get away from me to go to a stupid party." oliver smirked as he saw your hips stuttering while his hand rubbed circles on your clit. he could see the way your cunt clenched around nothing, begging to be stuffed full of his cock.

"perhaps you wanted to tempt me into this by wearing that outfit, mmm?" he leaned over you as he whispered in your ear.

"n-no, noo...mgh...daddy, please..." you whined as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.

just as you were about to reach your oh so wanted high, you felt his fingers losing contact with your clit. you cried out frustarted and shot him a begging look.

"shh, shh. don't worry, 'll take care of you. gonna stuff this pretty hole up and make you forget about that party. you'll only want more when i'm done with you." his smirk told everything as he aligned himself at your entrance.

your eyes shone with need and a loud moan escaped your lips when he thrusted his whole cock inside you without warning.

"a-ah! too big, oli! t-too big!" you cried out as your pussy throbbed in pain and pleasure.

"shh, shh. you can take it, right? you've taken it before. be a good princess and take it." he shushed you before pressing his lips against yours, waiting for you to adjust his girth.

you could only whine in his mouth as tears watered your lower lash line, nails gripping his shoulders tightly.

after he saw you relax a little and nod in approval, his hips thrusted into you relentlessly. you felt his tip kissing your cervix as you could only cry and clench around him.

"you take me so well, baby. you are so good for me, such a pretty girl. all for me, right?" he whispered in your ear, his voice making you dizzy and you nodded needily.

you cries and begs only increased in volume as his hips picked up their pace and he kept his mouth occupied by either biting on your shoulders or sucking on your tits.

"close, c-close, i'm close, oli!" you cried in pure bliss as your orgasm approached and his stupid smirk only grew. he decided to help you a little and his hand started toying with your sensitive clit.

"cum for me, let me hear you." the flithy words he spoke and the simple motion made you lose your mind. your body convulsed under his, the pleasure increasing and making you cum.

however, as you rode out your orgasm, you noticed he wasn't stopping at all, snapping his hips aggressively against yours, chasing his high. "o-oli, oli, please s-slow down!" you yelled, overstimulated.

"wanna breed this pretty cunt, wanna make you full of my cum.." he growled lowly, your words only making him speed up and his thrust become even harsher.

in a few thrusts, you felt a well-known warm liquid fill you up, your eyes rolling back as came for the second time, your left hand gripping his.

pants and heavy breaths could be heard as oliver stilled inside you. the sight of you so fucked out, red lipstick all around your mouth, pretty eyes filled with tears of pleasure and lust made his cock harden again.

"ready for the second round, my love?"

[velting]

Blood Lock

CHAPTER 5

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⚠️WARING⚠️: THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME NOT SAFE CONENT! PLEASE READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION!! IF YOU DON'T ENJOY IT! THEN PLEASE SKIP IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED EVERYONE!

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The weekend arrived with a quiet hush over the campus. The corridors were emptier than usual, save for the occasional cluster of students enjoying their free time. [Name], however, couldn’t shake the events of the night before. Every time her mind wandered back to Yoichi’s kiss, her cheeks flared a deep crimson. She had spent half the morning pacing her dorm room, trying to make sense of her feelings.

"Why am I like this?" she muttered to herself, her hands tugging at the sleeves of her oversized cardigan. She shook her head as if trying to physically rid herself of the thoughts. "Focus, [Name]. You’ve got stuff to do."

With a determined nod, she decided to head to the library. Studying always helped clear her mind, and with exams looming, she had the perfect excuse to dive into research. The crisp autumn air nipped at her cheeks as she made her way across campus. Leaves crunched under her feet, their golden hues scattered across the pathways like nature’s own confetti.

The library was quiet when she entered, the faint scent of aged paper and ink enveloping her. She walked past rows of shelves, her fingers brushing against the spines of books as she searched for the ones she needed. Stopping by the history section, her gaze fell upon a particular title: “Vampires: Myths, Legends, and Truths.”

Her brow furrowed. “Vampires?” she murmured under her breath.

The book seemed almost out of place among the historical texts, yet its bold title called to her. She hesitated, glancing around the library. No one seemed to be paying her any attention, so she pulled the book from the shelf, the old leather cover cool against her fingertips.

Curiosity prickled at the edges of her mind as she searched for a secluded corner to read. She found an empty table tucked away near the back of the library, surrounded by towering bookshelves that created a cocoon of solitude. Sitting down, she opened the book, the pages crackling faintly as she flipped through the introduction.

The dim lighting above cast a warm glow on the aged pages as [Name] began to read. The text delved into the origins of vampire myths, citing historical events and folklore from different cultures. She skimmed through sections on ancient beliefs about blood-drinking spirits and their evolution into the modern vampire archetype.

“Immortality,” she read aloud in a hushed tone. “Enhanced senses, strength, and speed… but also vulnerability to sunlight, holy objects, and wooden stakes.”

She paused, tilting her head. “Garlic, though? That just sounds dumb.”

The book continued to describe vampires as both seductive and predatory, their charm often used to lure unsuspecting victims. [Name]’s lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes skimmed over the descriptions.

"Sounds like some people I know," she muttered dryly, thinking about certain individuals on campus.

But then, her heart skipped a beat. One passage described vampires' ability to compel or influence others, bending their will through eye contact or touch. Her mind flashed back to Rensuke—his piercing gaze, the way her body felt immobile under his touch.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “That’s ridiculous. He’s just—he’s not…”

Yet, the seed of doubt was planted. She continued reading, her fingers tracing the delicate script as she learned about vampire hierarchy, their weaknesses, and signs that someone might be one. Myths and truths were separated, yet the lines blurred in a way that left her unsettled.

Hours seemed to pass as [Name] lost herself in the book. The library’s quiet atmosphere felt heavier now, the stillness amplifying the creak of the floorboards and the occasional shuffle of other students in the distance. Her eyes darted over another passage.

“Symptoms of a vampire attack: fatigue, weakness, dizziness, puncture wounds…”

Her thighs twitched instinctively as her mind went to the still-visible mark. The memory of that night, the way her body had screamed in pain, sent a shiver down her spine.

“No,” she said more firmly, closing the book for a moment. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “It’s just a coincidence. Stuff like this doesn’t happen in real life.”

Yet, her mind betrayed her, piecing together fragments of moments and people.The Raichi incident, Rensuke’s strange behavior. Sae’s almost predatory aura. The cryptic warnings about Ruka and the way Ego seemed to watch everything unfold with an omniscient air.

“What if…” she began to think, but immediately stopped herself.

“No,” she said aloud, this time firmer. Her voice echoed faintly in the empty section of the library, startling her. She glanced around, heart pounding, before returning her gaze to the book.

Still, curiosity won out. She reopened the text, flipping to a section on detecting vampires among humans. As she read, her breath hitched.

“Red eyes during heightened emotions… an aversion to mirrors…” Her voice grew softer as she recited the words. “Cold skin… a hunger that never quite subsides…”

Her mind once again betrayed her, conjuring images of people she knew. Raichi’s sharp teeth, Rensuke’s smoldering red gaze. Ruka’s icy hands when he pulled her away. The way Michael and Lorenzo seemed to devour everything with their eyes, as if nothing could satisfy them.

[Name] slammed the book shut, the sound reverberating through the quiet library. She stood abruptly, clutching the book to her chest as she glanced around nervously.

“No way,” she muttered, her voice trembling. “This is ridiculous. They’re just people. Normal people.”

But even as she tried to convince herself, the uneasy feeling in her chest refused to subside. She placed the book back on the shelf, her hands shaking slightly, and quickly gathered her things. As she walked out of the library, the sensation of being watched prickled at the back of her neck.

[Name] didn’t turn around. She didn’t want to see if anyone—or anything—was there.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The streets of town buzzed with a lively weekend energy as [Name] wandered aimlessly, the chill autumn breeze biting at her cheeks. Her stomach growled, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts about vampires and unsettling campus drama. Spotting a cozy sandwich shop tucked between a bookstore and a boutique, she made her way inside, grateful for its warmth and inviting smell of freshly baked bread.

She approached the counter, scanning the chalkboard menu. "Grilled cheese with tomato soup, please," she said to the cashier, offering a small, polite smile. As she waited for her order, she found a quiet table near the window and settled in, pulling out her phone.

The warm golden light from the overhead bulbs glinted off her glasses as [Name] scrolled through Instagram. A series of funny cat videos managed to coax a few chuckles out of her, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing. By the time her food arrived—a perfectly crisp sandwich paired with steaming tomato soup—she felt like she could almost push the events of the past week aside.

Almost.

She took a bite of the sandwich, savoring the buttery crunch and the gooey cheese. But as soon as she dipped it into the soup, a voice broke through her momentary peace.

“Well, if it isn’t [Name]!”

She froze mid-bite, slowly looking up to see Kuon Wataru standing by her table, his signature cocky smile plastered across his face. He waved casually, a sandwich in one hand and a drink in the other.

“Oh, uh… hey,” she said hesitantly, swallowing her food.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, already pulling out the chair across from her.

[Name] glanced around the shop, noticing the multiple empty tables he could’ve chosen. Her eyebrows furrowed. “There’s, uh, plenty of other spots,” she said carefully.

Kuon shrugged, setting his food down. “Yeah, but none of them have the pleasure of your company.”

She sighed. Something about his presence made her wary, but she wasn’t in the mood to argue. “Fine,” she muttered, waving a hand toward the chair.

He sat down with a satisfied grin, leaning back in his seat. “Thanks. So, how are you holding up?”

[Name] raised an eyebrow. “Holding up?”

“Y’know,” Kuon said, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “After that whole assembly thing. Heard it got… intense.”

Her grip on her spoon tightened, and she avoided his gaze, staring into her soup. “It’s fine,” she said curtly.

“Fine?” Kuon echoed, his tone laced with disbelief. “Come on, [Name], I saw the way Ruka dragged you out of there. And then you—” He mimicked the motion of her slap, his hand snapping to his cheek dramatically. “That was wild. I mean, I didn’t think you had it in you to—”

“Kuon.” Her voice cut through his chatter like a knife. She finally looked up at him, her expression sharp. “Can we not talk about that?”

He held up his hands in mock surrender, a smirk still playing on his lips. “Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off.”

[Name] sighed, running a hand through her hair. She took another bite of her sandwich, hoping the act of eating would put an end to the conversation.

But Kuon wasn’t done. “Still,” he said, leaning his elbows on the table, “you gotta admit, Ruka can be… a bit much, right?”

Her eyes flicked to his, narrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on,” Kuon said, his tone light but pointed. “The guy’s always hovering around you. Like, does he even give you space to breathe? He acts more like your shadow than your cousin.”

[Name]’s jaw tightened. She set her sandwich down, her appetite suddenly waning. “He’s just protective,” she muttered, though even as she said it, the words felt hollow.

“Protective?” Kuon snorted. “More like controlling. Seriously, [Name], the way he acts—dragging you away, trying to micromanage your life—it’s not normal.”

She clenched her fists on the table, the frustration that had been simmering inside her finally bubbling to the surface. “You think I don’t know that?” she snapped, her voice low but fierce.

Kuon blinked, surprised by her outburst.

[Name] took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly. “I’ve told him a million times to back off, but he doesn’t listen. He just keeps… smothering me. Like he thinks I can’t take care of myself.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Kuon watched her for a moment, his smirk fading into something softer. “Hey,” he said, his tone unusually gentle. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She didn’t respond, staring down at her hands as they twisted in her lap.

“For what it’s worth,” Kuon continued, “I think you handled yourself pretty well at the assembly. Ruka needed to be put in his place, and you did that. You’ve got guts, [Name]. More than most people around here.”

She glanced up at him, her expression conflicted. “It didn’t feel like guts,” she admitted quietly. “It felt like… like I lost control.”

“Maybe,” Kuon said with a shrug. “But sometimes losing control is the only way to make people listen.”

His words lingered in the air, and for a moment, [Name] felt a flicker of understanding pass between them. She picked up her spoon, swirling it in her soup as she mulled over his statement.

“Thanks,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kuon leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning. “Anytime. Just remember—if you ever need someone to vent to, I’m your guy.”

[Name] gave him a small, reluctant smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Kuon finished his meal and excused himself, she watched him go, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Despite his brash personality, he had given her something to think about. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to deal with everything on her own.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The sandwich shop was beginning to clear out as [Name] finished the last sip of her tomato soup. She felt a small sense of relief after venting to Kuon, even if the conversation left her with mixed feelings. Packing her things, she made her way to the counter to pay, bowing slightly to the cashier.

“Thank you. That was delicious,” she said sincerely, handing over a few bills.

The cashier smiled. “Come back anytime!”

As [Name] adjusted her bag on her shoulder and headed toward the exit, she instinctively reached into her pocket to check her phone. Her heart sank when her hand came up empty. She stopped in her tracks, patting her other pocket. Nothing.

Frowning, she opened her bag and rummaged through it carefully, checking every compartment. Maybe she had misplaced it. She scanned the table where she’d been sitting, her eyes narrowing as she retraced her steps.

‘Okay, no big deal,’ she told herself. It’s here somewhere.

But the longer she searched, the faster her composure crumbled. She ducked under her table, checking the floor. Nothing. She went back to her chair, lifting it to see if her phone had slipped underneath. Still nothing.

“Where is it?” she muttered, her voice growing more frantic.

Her heart raced as the worst-case scenarios flashed through her mind. What if someone stole it? What if she dropped it? What if it’s gone forever?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. ‘Stay rational, [Name]. Think.’

She thought back to the last time she’d seen it—when she was scrolling through Instagram while eating. Maybe she’d left it there. She went back to the table again, scanning it meticulously. Still, her phone was nowhere to be found.

Her stomach churned with dread. No way… Kuon wouldn’t, would he?

The idea made her blood boil. She hoped it was just a coincidence and not a cruel joke at her expense.

As she stepped outside, she spotted an old payphone across the street. She sprinted over, fumbling through her bag for spare change. Sliding the coins into the slot, she dialed her own number, the metallic beeps of the phone ringing loud in her ears.

“Please, please, please,” she whispered, holding her breath as it rang.

After a few moments, the line connected, and a voice came through.

“Well, well, look who’s calling,” came the familiar, smug tone of Kuon Wataru.

[Name]’s eyes widened, her grip tightening on the phone. “Kuon?!”

“That’s right. Lose something, [Name]?” His voice dripped with mockery.

Her blood ran cold. “Where’s my phone?” she demanded, her tone sharp.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Kuon replied, his smirk audible through the receiver. “Look across the street.”

Her head snapped up, scanning the area frantically. Then she saw him. Standing casually across the road, leaning against a lamppost, was Kuon. In his hand, he held her phone, waving it teasingly in her direction with a smug grin plastered across his face.

[Name]’s jaw clenched as a wave of anger surged through her. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath.

Kuon raised the phone to his ear, still watching her. “Relax, [Name]. I was just keeping it safe for you. You should really be more careful with your things.”

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the receiver. “You took it, didn’t you? While I was eating.”

“‘Took’ is such a strong word,” Kuon said, feigning innocence. “I prefer to call it… borrowing. You know, as a friend.”

“Friend?” [Name] hissed, her voice rising. “What kind of ‘friend’ steals someone’s phone and then taunts them about it?”

Kuon laughed, the sound infuriatingly casual. “Oh, come on. You’ve been so stressed out lately. I figured I’d give you a little distraction. You can’t take everything so seriously.”

“This isn’t funny, Kuon,” she snapped, her voice shaking with anger. “Give me my phone back. Now.”

Kuon sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright. No need to get your glasses in a twist. Meet me over here, and I’ll give it back.”

She slammed the payphone down, her teeth grinding as she stormed across the street. The cold wind nipped at her face, but she barely noticed, her focus locked on Kuon’s smug expression.

When she reached him, she held out her hand, glaring at him. “Hand it over.”

Kuon twirled the phone in his hand, smirking. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

“Kuon,” she said through gritted teeth, her patience wearing thin. “I’m not in the mood for games. Give. It. Back.”

Finally, he relented, placing the phone in her hand with an exaggerated flourish. “There you go. Safe and sound.”

[Name] snatched it from him, checking to make sure everything was still intact. Her fingers itched to slap the smirk off his face, but she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

“Next time,” she said coldly, “keep your hands off my stuff.”

Kuon held up his hands in mock surrender. “Message received, loud and clear.”

She turned on her heel and began walking away, her grip tight on her phone.

“Hey, [Name],” he called after her.

She stopped but didn’t turn around.

“For what it’s worth, you’re cute when you’re angry.”

Her fists clenched at her sides as she walked away, her heart pounding with frustration. Of all the nerve…

But as infuriating as Kuon was, she couldn’t shake the unsettling thought that there was more to his actions than just playful teasing. Something about the way he’d smiled at her—the glint in his eyes—made her feel like she was a pawn in a much bigger game.

The sound of bustling traffic filled the air as [Name] stopped at the curb, waiting for the light to change. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her phone gripped protectively in her hand. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady her nerves after the infuriating encounter with Kuon.

But then, she felt it—hot, shallow breaths against the back of her neck. Her entire body stiffened as a shiver raced down her spine.

"You smell… delicious," came Kuon’s low, almost predatory voice, the words dripping with sinister amusement.

[Name]’s eyes widened, her stomach churning as she instinctively stepped forward. Her pulse quickened, and her breath caught in her throat. The moment she turned her head slightly and caught the faintest glimpse of his smirk, her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in.

Without a word, she bolted across the street, weaving through honking cars and startled pedestrians. Her heart pounded in her chest as adrenaline surged through her veins. She didn’t dare look back, but she could feel Kuon’s presence like a shadow looming behind her.

“Where are you going, [Name]?” His voice carried through the air, playful yet dripping with menace. “You know you can’t outrun me.”

She didn’t stop, didn’t respond. Her only thought was to get away. Her trembling fingers reached for her phone, desperate to call someone—anyone—for help. But as she unlocked the screen, her heart sank.

No SIM card.

Her footsteps faltered, panic overtaking her. “No… no, no, no!” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. 'He must’ve taken it. He handed my phone back, but he took the damn SIM card!'

Her vision blurred as fear clouded her mind. She didn’t know where she was going anymore—just away. Away from Kuon. Away from the overwhelming dread building in her chest.

Her frantic running led her to an old, abandoned church. The worn, wooden doors creaked as she shoved them open, the sound echoing in the hollow space. Dust swirled in the air as the faint moonlight streamed through the cracked stained-glass windows, casting eerie, fragmented patterns on the floor.

[Name] stumbled inside, her breathing ragged. She looked around desperately, her mind racing for a plan. Hide? Block the door? Call for help?

Before she could decide, the doors creaked again behind her.

She froze, her blood turning to ice as Kuon stepped inside. His pace was slow, deliberate, almost mocking. His smirk grew wider as his dark eyes locked onto hers.

“Well, well,” Kuon drawled, his voice echoing in the empty space. “Running to a church for sanctuary? How… poetic.”

[Name] backed away, her steps uneven as she struggled to keep her composure. “Stay back,” she warned, though her voice betrayed her fear.

Kuon chuckled, his fangs glinting in the dim light as he stepped closer. “Oh, [Name]. You should’ve known by now… there’s nowhere you can run from me.”

Her back hit the cold, stone altar, and she flinched. The realization that she was trapped sank in, and her knees threatened to give out.

“Y-You’re one of them, aren’t you?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “A… vampire.”

Kuon tilted his head, his grin widening as he flashed his fangs fully. “Smart girl. I was wondering when you’d figure it out.”

Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the altar, trying to steady herself. “Why me? What do you want from me?”

He stepped closer, his movements slow and calculated, like a predator cornering its prey. “Why you?” he repeated, his tone turning almost reverent. “Do you have any idea how special you are? Your scent… your blood… it’s intoxicating. I’ve been watching you for a long time, [Name]. Dreaming of this moment.”

She shook her head, her breathing shallow as tears welled in her eyes. “You’re insane,” she whispered.

Kuon laughed darkly, his gaze never leaving hers. “Maybe. But you can’t deny it, can you? There’s something between us. You feel it too.”

Before she could respond, he lunged forward, slamming her body against the altar. The force knocked the air out of her lungs as she gasped, her hands instinctively trying to push him away.

“Let go of me!” she cried, her voice breaking.

But Kuon was unrelenting. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his strength overwhelming. His face was inches from hers now, his smirk replaced by an almost animalistic hunger.

“You can struggle all you want,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It just makes you even more irresistible.”

Tears spilled down [Name]’s cheeks as she shook her head. “Please… don’t.”

Her vulnerability only seemed to excite him more. His free hand trailed down her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin with a chilling intimacy.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been to resist you,” he murmured, his voice laced with desire. “But now… I don’t think I can anymore.”

As his lips brushed against her neck, [Name] squeezed her eyes shut, a sob escaping her lips. She prayed for something—anything—to save her.

With sharp Fangs, Kuon forcefully sank his fangs deep into [Name]’s neck, she gasps from the pain as Kuon begin to greedily gobble her blood, in distraught pain she screamed from the top of her lungs, the pain triggering to thrash but Kuon restricted her movements.

The sound of tasteful moans coming from the male while hearing the girl in distress made him drink more, “Please! Stop! AAAHHH!!” She began to beg him to quite, her vision becoming blurry from all the tears streaming down her face.

With last gulp, he finally retired back and wiped the blood off his lips while having a sadistic smirk on his lips.

The church was silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing and Kuon’s whispered promises of indulgence. But in the quiethe a sigle blodd drops on the floor.

[Name] remained motionless, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Kuon’s sinister gaze bore down on her. The oppressive weight of his presence was suffocating. She desperately searched her surroundings for a way out but found none. Her mind raced, yet her body refused to move, frozen in terror.

Kuon smirked, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim, moonlit church. "You know," he said casually, his voice laced with mockery, "you make this too easy, [Name]. You're so predictable, so... human." He teased, taking his hands off her wrist, replacing it on her neck.

[Name] swallowed hard, her throat dry as sandpaper. "Why... why are you doing this?" she managed to stammer, her voice trembling.

"Because I can," Kuon replied simply, tilting his head as if the question amused him. "And because you're special. Don’t you realize how irresistible you are? That sweet blood of yours..." He trailed off, licking his lips as if savoring the blood.

[Name] clenched her fists, forcing herself to stand tall despite the quivering of her knees and the lack of iron in her body. "I’m not some... some thing for you to toy with!" she snapped, her voice rising with a mix of fear and defiance.

Kuon laughed softly, a low, unsettling sound that reverberated in the hollow space. "Oh, [Name]. You’re so much more than that. You're a puzzle, a prize... something worth possessing.” He emphasized the last word, his tone dripping with obsession.

The intensity in his gaze caused her to take a groan in pain, bumping her head onto the altar behind her. She felt the cold marble press against her spine, trapping her. Kuon advanced slowly, savoring her helplessness.

"You can’t run forever," he whispered, his voice almost tender. "Sooner or later, you’ll realize there’s no one else who can protect you. Not your friends, not your roommate, not even Ruka. They're all just distractions. But me? I’ll keep you safe... in my own way."

[Name]’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to think of a way to stall him. "You're wrong," she said, her voice wavering but steady enough to convey conviction. "They care about me. They’re not like you."

Kuon’s expression darkened for a fleeting moment, a shadow passing over his handsome features before a twisted smirk returned, contorting his face into something almost monstrous. “You think you know them so well,” he muttered, his voice dripping with condescension. “But you’ll see. They’re just as selfish as I am—just as hungry for you.” 

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, sending a shiver down [Name]’s spine. His lips brushed near her ear, and she could feel the weight of his words wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud. “I’m just the only one honest enough to admit it.”

[Name] flinched at his words, the cold steel of his twisted logic digging into her psyche like a dagger. Each syllable echoed in her mind, casting shadows over her thoughts and causing her resolve to falter. She struggled to maintain her composure, but the unsettling truth of his statement gnawed at her, chipping away at her defenses.

Kuon’s hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. His touch was unexpectedly gentle, yet it churned a storm of fear within her. The contrast between his softness and the darkness in his eyes was unnerving, as if he were a predator toying with his prey. 

With a strange mix of tenderness and menace, Kuon slowly knelt down before her, his presence looming as he pried her legs apart. The movement was deliberate, almost reverent, as he took hold of one of her thighs. [Name]’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt the heat radiating from him, a palpable intensity that made her skin crawl. Her body shivered involuntarily, a reaction to the mingled sensations of fear and a strange, helpless vulnerability.

Not a moment longer, Kuon sank his fangs into her thigh, the sharpness of his teeth piercing her flesh with a sudden, excruciating pain. 

A scream erupted from [Name]'s lips, raw and desperate, echoing through the stillness of the night. “Please, stop! Get away from me!” she begged, her voice trembling as she writhed in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears, swallowed by the darkness that enveloped them. Kuon was lost in his primal instinct, feasting on her blood with a fervor that sent shockwaves of terror coursing through her. Each gulp he took was a reminder of her helplessness, a stark contrast to the life that was ebbing away from her.

As he savored the rich flavor of her blood, his red eyes glinted with amusement and an obsessive hunger, reflecting a twisted joy that sent chills down her spine. The more he consumed, the more he seemed to revel in the power he wielded over her, as if her suffering was the very essence of his existence. 

[Name] could feel herself slipping away, the darkness creeping in around the edges of her vision, but Kuon remained, a haunting figure of twisted desire and insatiable hunger, consuming both her blood and her very spirit.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap. Both Kuon and [Name] froze, his head snapping toward the entrance. A dark silhouette stood in the doorway, illuminated by the pale moonlight.

"Step away from her," a low, cold voice commanded, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Kuon’s smirk faded, replaced by a scowl of irritation. "Oh, great. Another hero," he muttered, turning to face the intruder.

[Name]’s breath hitched as she recognized the figure. It was Barou, his eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. His expression was unreadable, but the simmering anger beneath the surface was palpable.

"You're interrupting something private," Kuon sneered, his cocky demeanor returning as he crossed his arms. "Why don’t you leave before you get hurt, selfish king?"

Barou stepped forward, his movements deliberate and controlled. "Let her go," he repeated, his tone colder than ice.

Kuon tilted his head, clearly enjoying the challenge. "And if I don’t?" he asked, baring his fangs slightly in a subtle threat.

Barou’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air in the room seemed to crackle with tension. "Then you’ll regret it," he said simply.

[Name] watched the standoff with bated breath, her fear momentarily eclipsed by the hope that someone had finally come to her rescue. But the question remained—would Barou be able to protect her from Kuon’s monstrous strength, or was she simply trading one danger for another?

Kuon chuckled, the sound low and mocking, as he stepped away from [Name] with deliberate slowness. "Regret it, huh? Big words, Barou. But let’s see if you can back them up." His fangs glinted as he smirked, his crimson eyes narrowing with amusement and challenge.

[Name] clung to the altar behind her, her knees trembling as she glanced between the two. Barou’s presence was commanding, his aura exuding raw power and authority. But even with him here, the tension between the two vampires was suffocating, their power pressing against her like a physical force.

Barou's expression was sharp, his red eyes boring into Kuon with a mixture of disdain and restrained fury. "Step away from her," he repeated, his voice calm but laced with a deadly edge. His towering figure loomed over the space, a silent promise of retribution.

Kuon sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up as if conceding. "Fine, fine," he drawled, taking a step back. "I’ll let her go… for now." His gaze flicked to [Name], his eyes softening into something disturbingly tender. "But remember, [Name], I’ll always be watching. You can’t hide from me."

Her stomach churned at his words, and she clenched her fists to stop her hands from trembling. She didn’t trust herself to speak, afraid her voice would betray her fear.

As Kuon turned to leave, he paused, throwing one last smirk over his shoulder. "Oh, and Barou? You might have won this little round, but don’t think for a second that this is over. I’m not done with her yet." With that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving an oppressive silence in his wake.

[Name] exhaled shakily, her legs finally giving out as she slumped against the altar. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she forced them back, refusing to let the fear consume her.

Barou approached her slowly, his heavy steps reverberating through the hollow church. His sharp eyes softened slightly as he crouched down to her level, his large frame casting a shadow over her. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice gruff but quieter now.

She shook her head, though her body still trembled and exhausted. " I’m… I’m okay," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. "I didn’t think anyone… would come."

Barou’s jaw tightened at her words, his golden eyes flickering with a dangerous light. "You think I’d let that scum get away with this?" he muttered, more to himself than to her. His tone was low, but the anger in his voice was unmistakable. "Ruka wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t step in. And neither would I."

Her eyes widened slightly at the mention of her cousin. Of course, this was Ruka’s doing—his way of keeping her “protected.” But Barou's tone held something more than obligation; there was an undercurrent of personal resolve.

"He’s not going to stop, is he?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Barou exhaled sharply, his frown deepening. "No," he admitted bluntly. "But that doesn’t mean you have to deal with him on your own." He glanced away, his expression tightening. "You’re under my watch now. No one’s touching you—not Kuon, not anyone."

[Name] blinked up at him, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Despite his gruff demeanor, his words brought a small measure of comfort, a flicker of hope in the midst of her fear.

Barou stood and extended his hand to her. His large palm hovered in front of her, steady and resolute. "Come on," he said. "Let’s get you out of here."

Hesitating only for a moment, [Name] took his hand. His grip was firm, grounding her as he helped her to her feet. Standing beside him, she felt dwarfed by his presence, but for the first time that night, she didn’t feel entirely vulnerable.

As they walked out of the church, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over the ruins, [Name] couldn’t stop herself from glancing at Barou. His silence was heavy, his focus locked straight ahead, but his protective stance gave her a strange sense of security.

A question nagged at her, though. "Barou," she murmured hesitantly, "how did you know where I was?"

He didn’t look at her, his gaze still fixed forward. "I didn’t," he replied gruffly. "Ruka’s been keeping tabs on you, and I’ve been keeping tabs on him. When I heard Kuon was lurking nearby, it wasn’t hard to figure out the rest."

Her lips parted in surprise, but no words came out. She looked down, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her skirt. "Thank you," she said softly. "I mean it. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come."

Barou stopped walking, turning to look at her with an unreadable expression. "You’re safe now," he said simply. "That’s all that matters."

As they continued down the quiet streets, Barou’s towering presence beside her, [Name] felt the weight of the night’s events begin to lift—if only slightly. But deep down, she knew this was only the beginning.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the quiet cooking club room, casting a soft glow on the polished counters and neatly arranged utensils. [Name] stood at the sink, humming quietly to herself as she washed the last of the dishes. The aroma of freshly made takoyaki lingered in the air—a comforting blend of savory batter, octopus, and a hint of seaweed.

The club room was hers today, a rare escape from the chaos of her usual life. Sundays meant no official club activities, which gave her free rein to cook to her heart's content. Today, takoyaki had been on her mind, and she'd spent the last hour perfecting the crisp yet tender spheres, carefully plating them with drizzle patterns of sauce and mayonnaise.

The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open behind her. [Name] paused, her hands still submerged in soapy water, and glanced over her shoulder.

Standing in the doorway was none other than Eita Otoya. He leaned against the doorframe with a casual confidence, his sharp, fox-like features accentuated by his ever-present smirk. His white hair  with green bang was slightly tousled, giving him a roguish sly charm that he undoubtedly used to his advantage.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Eita drawled as he stepped inside, his voice smooth and playful. "I didn’t think anyone would be in today, but I guess I’ve been blessed with some unexpected company."

[Name] blinked in surprise before offering a polite smile. "Oh, Otoya. I didn’t expect anyone else either. Just… cleaning up after cooking."

Eita’s smirk widened as he approached, his hands slipping casually into his pockets. "Cooking, huh? Let me guess—you made something amazing, didn’t you? It smells too good for it to be anything else."

She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she returned her attention to the dishes. "I made takoyaki. Nothing fancy."

"Takoyaki?" Eita repeated, feigning astonishment. "Come on, [Name], don’t sell yourself short. Knowing you, it’s probably the best takoyaki anyone’s ever tasted."

[Name]’s cheeks warmed slightly at the compliment, though she quickly brushed it off. "I wouldn’t go that far. I was just experimenting with the recipe."

Eita leaned against the counter beside her, his sharp eyes watching her intently as she worked. "Experimenting or not, I’d bet money it’s better than anything I could make." He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a flirtatious murmur. "You know, you could always teach me. I wouldn’t mind a private cooking lesson from someone as talented—and cute—as you."

[Name] glanced at him, her lips twitching into a faint smile. "You? Cooking? I can’t imagine you having the patience for it."

"Hey, I’m a quick learner," Eita said with a playful grin, placing a hand over his heart as though wounded by her doubt. "Especially if it means spending more time with you."

Her smile widened slightly, though she rolled her eyes at his attempt to charm her. "You’re impossible."

Eita chuckled, clearly pleased that he’d managed to draw a reaction out of her. His attention shifted to the counter, where the plate of takoyaki sat neatly arranged. His eyes lit up as he reached out and plucked one of the golden-brown spheres from the plate.

"These look amazing," he said, holding up the takoyaki as if appraising it. Then, with a sudden idea, he turned back to [Name], the smirk returning to his face. "Say ‘ah.’"

She blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. "What?"

"You heard me," Eita said, stepping closer and holding the takoyaki out toward her. "Come on, let me feed you. It’s only fair—I mean, you made these, right? You deserve the first bite."

[Name] hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly at the forwardness of his actions. "I… I can eat it myself, you know," she said, attempting to deflect his playful gesture.

"But where’s the fun in that?" he teased, leaning in just enough to make the distance between them feel charged. His tone was light, but his gaze was sharp, studying her reaction with an almost predatory curiosity. "Come on, [Name]. Just humor me a little."

She sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to give up so easily. Reluctantly, she leaned forward and took a small bite of the takoyaki he held out. The savory flavors melted on her tongue, and she had to admit it was pretty good.

"See?" Eita said triumphantly, his grin widening as he pulled the rest of the takoyaki back and popped it into his own mouth. "Delicious. Just like I thought. You really are talented, [Name]."

She shook her head, half amused and half exasperated by his antics. "You’re ridiculous, Otoya. But thanks, I guess."

He leaned against the counter, his expression softening slightly as he watched her. "You know, I don’t get why you don’t join us more often. You’re way more fun to hang out with than half the people I know."

[Name] raised an eyebrow at him, her skepticism clear. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"It’s the truth," he said, his tone surprisingly earnest. But then, true to form, his smirk returned. "Besides, it’s not every day I get to see someone so cute getting all flustered."

[Name] rolled her eyes again, though she couldn’t completely hide the small smile that tugged at her lips. For all his shameless flirting, Eita’s company wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

The two fell into a comfortable rhythm after that, with Eita occasionally sneaking more takoyaki from the plate and [Name] half-heartedly scolding him for it. Though she wasn’t completely swayed by his charm, there was something oddly relaxing about his presence—like a distraction from the chaos that had defined her life recently.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting warm hues across the club room, [Name] found herself grateful for the moment of normalcy, however fleeting it might be.

The comfortable rhythm of their conversation continued as Eita leaned lazily against the counter, his fox-like grin never wavering. [Name], still skeptical of his intentions but amused by his antics, picked up another takoyaki from the plate with her chopsticks.

“Alright, your turn,” Eita said, pointing at her with a playful gleam in his eyes.

[Name] raised an eyebrow. “My turn for what?”

“To feed me,” he replied smoothly, crossing his arms as though the idea was entirely natural. “I fed you, so it’s only fair you return the favor, don’t you think?”

[Name] stared at him, momentarily dumbfounded. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Eita’s grin widened, his tone carrying a mock innocence. “Come on, [Name]. Don’t leave me hanging. It’s only fair.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “You’re unbelievable. Fine, but don’t make this weird.”

Eita’s smirk deepened as she begrudgingly raised the takoyaki to his mouth. He leaned forward slightly, biting into it with a satisfied hum. “Delicious. But you know what makes it even better?”

“What?” she asked, already regretting indulging him.

“The fact that you’re the one feeding me,” he said, his voice dipping into a teasing lilt.

[Name] rolled her eyes, setting the chopsticks back on the counter. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Before she could grab another piece of takoyaki, Eita suddenly reached for [Name]’s hand with a speed that left her breathless. His movements were smooth and deliberate, an elegant predator in a world that had suddenly narrowed down to just the two of them. He pulled her toward him, and the sudden shift caught her off guard, causing her to stumble slightly. Her free hand instinctively landed on his chest, the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric of his shirt, and their faces drew alarmingly close.

“O-Otoya!” she stammered, her voice a mix of surprise and annoyance, her heart racing in a wild rhythm against her ribcage. “What are you—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur that seemed to envelop her like a shroud. His fingers gently tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes, sharp and sly, held a glint of something deeper—something calculating that sent a shiver down her spine.

Before she could fully comprehend his intentions, Eita leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her skin. 

The world around them faded into a background hum as he closed the distance, and she could feel the tension crackling in the air. 

“You’ve been so tempting, [Name],” he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of desire and something darker. “I’ve waited too long for this moment.”

Panic surged within her as she realized what was about to happen. “No! Otoya, don’t!” she pleaded, trying to pull away, but his grip on her wrist tightened, anchoring her in place. 

The playful facade he wore melted away, revealing a hunger that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

In an instant, Eita sank his teeth into her flesh, the sharpness of his fangs piercing her skin with a sudden, brutal force. A gasp escaped her lips, quickly morphing into a cry of agony as pain shot through her throat. 

The sensation was a jarring mix of searing pain and an overwhelming rush of vulnerability as he began to drink her blood, his lips curling around the wound as he savored the taste.

[Name] struggled against him, her instincts screaming for her to escape. She kicked her legs, trying to push him away, but he was relentless, his strength far surpassing her own.

 “Let me go!” she cried, the desperation in her voice rising as she felt the warmth of her life ebbing away. But her pleas were met with silence, swallowed by the intensity of his feeding.

Eita drank deeply, his eyes closing in pure ecstasy, a low growl emanating from his throat as he reveled in the warmth of her blood. Each gulp sent waves of weakness coursing through her body, and she felt herself slipping. 

The world around her blurred, the vibrant colors dimming as darkness crept in at the edges of her vision.

“[Name],” he murmured between drinks, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You taste even better than I imagined. I want you” 

With each word, the weight of his obsession pressed down on her, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. She felt a mix of despair and confusion, her body betraying her as she fought to stay conscious. 

But with every heartbeat, Eita’s hold on her tightened, and she could feel the pull of oblivion beckoning her closer.

For a moment, [Name] froze, her breath catching as his expression softened into something almost tender. Yet, the sly edge to his grin remained. “You know, [Name],” he began, his voice low and smooth, “you really don’t realize how beautiful you are, do you?”

She blinked, heat rising to her cheeks as she quickly tried to push him away. “Otoya, stop it. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking,” he said, his grip firm but not forceful. “I’m being completely serious here.”

“Otoya—”

He cut her off again, his voice turning playful. “You have no idea, do you? How much competition I have?”

“Competition?” [Name] repeated, her brow furrowing. “What are you even talking about?”

Eita chuckled, the sound low and almost predatory. “You’re seriously clueless, aren’t you? Do you know how many guys are after you, [Name]? The New Generation 11? Every single one of them.”

[Name]’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

“Not just them,” he continued, his tone becoming more intense, as if he were listing off names for dramatic effect. “The U-20 team, too. Even Hiori, your childhood best friend, and Karasu, your precious senpai. They’re all in love with you. You’re like… this impossible prize everyone’s fighting for.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. The weight of his statement left her stunned, her mind racing to process the absurdity of it all.

Eita took advantage of her momentary silence, leaning in even closer until their faces were mere inches apart. His voice softened into a whisper, dripping with false sweetness. “But none of them can appreciate you like I do, [Name]. None of them can make you feel like I can.”

Before she could respond, Eita closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a sudden, forceful kiss that sent shockwaves through her entire being. The world around them faded into a blur as the warmth of his mouth enveloped hers, igniting a fire that pooled low in her stomach.

[Name]’s eyes widened in shock, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest, trying to push him away. But Eita held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with practiced ease. There was a raw intensity in his touch, a confidence that was both thrilling and terrifying. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers, each exhale a tantalizing invitation that overwhelmed her senses.

Panic surged through her as she struggled against him, her mind racing with a mixture of indignation and bewilderment. “Otoya, stop—” she managed to gasp, but he was relentless, his mouth claiming hers with an urgency that left her breathless. 

The kiss was a whirlwind of sensations; the softness of his lips contrasted sharply with the firm way he held her, as if he were marking his territory. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the undeniable chemistry crackling in the air around them. It was intoxicating, yet it sent a jolt of rebellion coursing through her veins. How dare he?

When he finally pulled back, his smirk returned, though his gaze was more intense now, a spark of possessiveness lighting his sharp eyes. “See? No one else can get this close to you, can they?” His voice was low, dripping with a mix of triumph and challenge that made her pulse race.

[Name]'s hand shot up, wiping her lips as she glared at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and something she refused to acknowledge. “You’re unbelievable! How dare you—”

“Relax,” he interrupted, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained, infuriating her further. “It was just a kiss. Nothing to get so worked up about.” 

She stepped back, desperately trying to put some much-needed distance between them as she fought to steady her racing heart. “You’re out of your mind, Otoya!”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a casual shrug, his grin unwavering. “But at least I’m honest about how I feel. Can any of the others say the same?” 

[Name] didn’t respond, her mind too clouded with frustration and confusion to come up with a retort. The air around them felt charged, electric with a tension that lingered like a storm ready to break. It was a heady mix of anger, attraction, and the undeniable connection that seemed to draw them together despite her better judgment.

Eita finally stepped back, giving her space as he casually grabbed another piece of takoyaki from the plate. “Thanks for the snack, [Name]. You’ve got talent, both in cooking and… other areas.” He winked, popping the takoyaki into his mouth with a playful flourish, the casualness of his demeanor contrasting sharply with the intensity of their earlier exchange.

Before leaving, he glanced over his shoulder, his smirk softening into something more genuine—though no less mischievous. “Think about what I said, okay?” His words lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the kiss and the implications behind it, and that terrible blood sucking. How. Dare. He.

And with that, he was gone, leaving [Name] standing in the club room, her emotions a whirlwind of confusion, saddened, and an undeniable anger that she couldn’t quite name. The taste of him still lingered on her lips, a reminder of the moment that had shaken her to her core, and as she leaned against the wall, her heart raced with the realization that things could never be the same again.

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The cooking club room felt stifling now. The air seemed heavier, and [Name]’s thoughts swirled like a storm. Eita’s words replayed in her head, his confident smirk etched in her memory.

"You have no idea… how much competition I have. The New Gen 11… U-20… even Hiori and Karasu…"

She huffed, shaking her head as she walked down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the quiet building. “He’s just trying to get under my skin,” she muttered to herself, gripping her bag tightly. “There’s no way. He can’t be serious.”

But despite her attempts to dismiss his claims, a seed of doubt lingered. Could it be true? Did so many people really feel that way about her? And if they did, why hadn’t she noticed?

“I need some air,” she said aloud, her voice firm as if to push her doubts away. The rooftop had always been her refuge—a place where she could think clearly without interruptions.

Reaching the staircase, [Name] ascended quickly, her mind still clouded. She pushed open the heavy metal door to the rooftop, the fresh breeze instantly greeting her. The scent of autumn leaves lingered in the air, and the city skyline stretched out before her.

The rooftop was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of wind. [Name] walked over to the edge, placing her hands on the cool metal railing as she let out a sigh.

“Ridiculous,” she said under her breath. “As if half the world is obsessed with me. Otoya’s full of himself.” She shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I shouldn’t have let him get to me.”

Just as she closed her eyes, trying to center her thoughts, a sound broke through the silence.

It was deep, smooth, and hauntingly beautiful—a hum that resonated through the air like the call of an ethereal being.

[Name] froze, her breath catching. The melody carried a strange allure, tugging at something deep within her. It was unlike anything she’d heard before, yet it felt oddly familiar.

“Is someone… singing?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the haunting tune. She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the empty rooftop.

No one was there.

The melody continued, weaving through the air like silk, growing more mesmerizing with every passing second. It felt almost otherworldly, as if it didn’t belong to this realm.

[Name] stepped away from the railing, her heart pounding. The hum seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, enveloping her in its mysterious embrace.

“Who’s there?” she called out, her voice trembling slightly.

The sound stopped.

A sudden silence fell over the rooftop, so absolute it made the air feel heavier. [Name]’s pulse quickened as she glanced around, her eyes darting to every corner of the space.

She walked slowly, her shoes clicking softly against the concrete as she searched for the source. “Hello?” she called again, her voice echoing faintly. “Is someone here?”

Nothing.

Her brow furrowed. She could’ve sworn someone had been there—someone just out of sight. The sound had been so clear, so close, yet there wasn’t a single soul in sight.

“Am I imagining things?” she muttered to herself, her voice shaky. “It felt so real…”

Her eyes landed on a shadow near the far corner of the rooftop. It was fleeting, barely perceptible, but it sent a shiver down her spine. She took a step closer, but when she reached the spot, there was nothing there.

“Great. Now I’m seeing things,” she said, trying to steady her breathing.

Still, the hum lingered in her mind, its haunting beauty etched into her memory. It wasn’t something she could simply dismiss. It felt like a call—like whoever, or whatever, had been there wanted her attention.

But why?

Shaking her head, [Name] stepped back toward the railing, gripping it tightly as she tried to make sense of the situation. The wind picked up, ruffling her hair as she stared out at the horizon.

“I need to stop overthinking,” she told herself firmly. “It’s probably just the wind or… or something stupid like that.”

And yet, deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone.

As she turned to leave the rooftop, her steps hesitant, she cast one last glance over her shoulder. The space was empty, the stillness almost unsettling.

But as she reached the door, she thought she heard it again—a faint, lingering note, as if the melody was bidding her farewell.

[Name] paused, her hand on the doorknob. For a moment, she considered staying, waiting to see if the mysterious presence would reveal itself.

Instead, she shook her head and opened the door. “I’m just imagining things,” she whispered, stepping into the stairwell. “That’s all it is.”

As the door closed behind her, the rooftop fell silent once more, the haunting hum fading into the wind as if it had never been there.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The library was quiet, save for the faint rustle of pages being turned and the occasional soft hum of the air conditioning. [Name] walked through the rows of bookshelves, her bag slung over her shoulder and a determined look on her face. Tomorrow was the start of exams, and despite her confidence in most subjects, history loomed over her like a shadow. It wasn’t her strongest suit, and the thought of it threatened to ruin her plans for a carefree fall break.

She found an empty desk near the back of the library, away from prying eyes, and set down her things. The desk quickly filled with books—massive, intimidating tomes about wars, treaties, and ancient civilizations. “Alright,” she muttered to herself, cracking open the first book. “Let’s do this.”

For the first hour, her focus was sharp. She jotted down notes, underlined important details, and tested herself on key dates. But by the second hour, the words on the pages started to blur. [Name] yawned, covering her mouth as her eyes watered slightly. “No, no, no,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Stay awake. You have to get through this.”

She stretched her arms over her head, twisting her neck to the side to loosen the stiffness setting into her shoulders. The peaceful silence of the library made it harder to stay alert, and she found herself stifling yet another yawn.

Just as she rubbed her eyes and tried to refocus, a shadow fell across her desk.

“You look like you’re drowning in history,” a familiar voice teased.

[Name] blinked up, her vision adjusting to see Reo standing there, a charming smile playing on his lips. His violet eyes gleamed with curiosity as he looked at the mountain of books surrounding her. He was dressed casually, his blazer slung over one shoulder, but he still had an air of effortless elegance about him.

“Reo?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I was passing by and saw you through the window,” he explained, pulling out the chair opposite her and sitting down. “Thought I’d check in. You looked pretty intense.” He glanced at her stack of books and raised an eyebrow. “History, huh? That bad?”

[Name] let out a small laugh, leaning back in her chair. “Let’s just say it’s not my favorite. I’m fine, though—just tired.”

Reo rested his chin on his hand, studying her carefully. “You sure? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She waved him off, offering a tired smile. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I just need to power through a bit longer.”

Reo smirked, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed. “You’ve got a strong will, I’ll give you that. I don’t think I’d survive if I had to study all of… this.” He gestured vaguely at the pile of books.

“Believe me, I don’t want to,” [Name] admitted, tapping her pen against her notebook. “But I need to pass this exam. I’m not letting history ruin my fall break.”

Reo chuckled, his laughter light and melodic. “Fair enough. So, after exams, any big plans for your precious fall break?”

She shook her head, a small shrug accompanying the motion. “Not really. Just want to relax and maybe catch up on some shows. Nothing too exciting.”

Reo tilted his head, his violet eyes narrowing slightly as a sly smile spread across his face. “Well, in that case, how about you hang out with me and Nagi? We’ve got tickets to Central Point Tower, but he decided to ditch at the last minute, so I’ve got an extra spot. It’d be fun.”

[Name] blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. “Central Point Tower? Isn’t that the fancy new observation deck downtown?”

“Exactly,” Reo said, leaning forward slightly. “It’s got everything—an amazing view, great food, and even a VR game section. It’d be a shame to let the extra ticket go to waste.”

She hesitated, glancing at her notes before meeting his expectant gaze. Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself nodding. “Alright, I’ll go. Sounds like fun.”

Reo’s smile widened, his satisfaction evident. “Good choice. You won’t regret it.” He stood up, smoothing out his blazer. “Now, I’ll let you get back to your history dump of knowledge. Good luck, [Name].”

“Thanks,” she said, waving as he walked away. “See you after exams.”

He gave her a casual salute before disappearing around the corner, leaving her alone once more.

[Name] exhaled, a faint smile lingering on her lips. Reo’s visit had been unexpected, but it had lifted her spirits. She turned back to her books, feeling a bit more energized as she resumed her studies.

But even as she tried to focus on the intricacies of historical events, her mind occasionally wandered to his invitation. ‘Central Point Tower, huh? It might be a nice change of pace after all the stress of exams.’

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The classroom was filled with the quiet rustling of papers and the faint hum of the overhead lights. [Name] sat at her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration as she worked through her Mathematics exam. The equations sprawled across the pages before her, each one demanding her full attention. She carefully wrote out her work, glancing occasionally at her calculator to ensure every number was precise. Her pen moved swiftly but methodically, the sound of it scratching against the paper blending into the background noise of other students doing the same.

[Name]’s mind was laser-focused, her heart steady. This was one subject she had prepared extensively for, having spent the morning drilling formulas and problem-solving techniques into her brain. Still, she double-checked every answer, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

The large digital clock on the board buzzed, signaling the end of the exam period. Mr. Lavinho’s authoritative voice cut through the silence. “Alright, time’s up. Pencils down, everyone.”

A collective groan erupted across the room as students reluctantly set their pencils aside.

“Finally,” Kira Ryosuke muttered, leaning back in his chair with a relieved sigh. He ran a hand through his sandy hair, glancing at [Name]. “That was brutal. At least the first part is over.”

[Name] exhaled deeply, the tension in her shoulders easing as she placed her pencil on the desk. “Yeah,” she agreed softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “But it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Studying this morning helped a lot.”

Across the room, Gagamaru Gin had his head down on his desk, his hair tied messily around him. He groaned loudly, muffled against the surface of his table. “Math is not my strong suite” He spoke monotonous way.

“Math isn’t supposed to be your friend,” [Name] teased gently, packing up her calculator and notebook. “It’s just supposed to make sense.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t,” Gagamaru retorted, lifting his head slightly to eye at her, though his expression was more pitiful than intimidating.

Mr. Lavinho began walking between the rows of desks, collecting exams from each student. His cheerful yet commanding presence lightened the tense atmosphere. “Good work today, everyone. I know Mathematics can be a tough one, but I’m proud of the effort I saw. Keep it up for the rest of the week, alright?”

His words elicited a mix of grumbles and murmured thanks from the class. [Name] felt a small flicker of relief at his encouragement.

Kira stretched his arms over his head, letting out a groan of his own. “One down, seven to go,” he said, his voice filled with exhaustion but also a hint of optimism. “I just hope the Business exam isn’t as bad as this.”

[Name] glanced at her schedule in her planner, confirming the next exam. Business wasn’t her favorite subject, but she felt confident enough in her preparation. “At least it’s multiple choice,” she offered, trying to sound reassuring.

“That’s what they always say,” Gagamaru interjected, slumping further into his seat. “But then you get hit with all those ‘choose the best answer’ questions. It’s a trap, I’m telling you.”

[Name] chuckled softly at his theatrics, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her notebook. “You’ll survive. You always do.”

“Barely,” he mumbled, finally sitting up straight. His eyes glanced toward the clock. “When’s the next exam?”

Kira checked his phone, his brow furrowing slightly. “We’ve got about fifteen minutes. Enough time to stretch or grab some water.”

[Name] stood, smoothing out her skirt and gathering her materials. “I’m going to head to the vending machine. I need something to keep me going.”

“Grab me a water?” Gagamaru called after her.

[Name] turned back briefly, nodding with a small smile. “Sure thing.”

As she made her way out of the classroom, she overheard snippets of conversations from her classmates. Some were venting about tricky questions, others were already moving on to discussing the next test. The tension in the air was palpable, but [Name] allowed herself a moment to enjoy the temporary reprieve.

The vending machine stood in the corner of the hallway, and [Name] carefully inserted a few coins, punching the buttons for a bottle of green tea and a sports drink for Gagamaru. As the drinks clunked into the tray below, she exhaled softly.

“Just one down,” she muttered to herself, gripping the bottles tightly. “I can handle this.”

With renewed determination, she returned to the classroom, ready to tackle Economical Biology head-on.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense as the students tackled their Economical Biology exams. [Name] sat at her desk, her pen moving steadily as she filled in the blanks with precise answers. This section relied heavily on memory and understanding of key definitions, and she thanked her early-morning study sessions for her confidence. Each question seemed like a test of focus and clarity, but [Name] remained composed, jotting down her explanations for the biology problems in detailed, neat handwriting.

To her left, Aryu Jyubei wrote with a flourish, his pen gliding across the paper as though the exam was a work of art. Every motion of his wrist exuded elegance, and even while answering scientific questions, he maintained an air of sophistication.

To her right, however, Isagi Yoichi was visibly struggling. His brows were knit in frustration as he stared at the fill-in-the-blank section. His pen hovered uncertainly above the page before retreating to scratch his head, and he muttered to himself as he tried to recall the definitions that seemed just out of reach.

Ms. Bogdanova loomed at the front of the room, her sharp gaze sweeping over the students like a hawk searching for prey. The stern look in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t tolerating any distractions or wandering eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned against the teacher's desk, her presence alone enough to keep everyone glued to their own papers.

[Name] finished her exam a few minutes before the timer beeped but didn’t immediately set her pen down. Instead, she meticulously went through each question, double-checking her answers and making sure she hadn’t overlooked anything. Satisfied that everything was accounted for, she leaned back slightly, allowing herself a small moment of relief.

As the timer on the board beeped, Ms. Bogdanova’s voice cut through the silence. “Time is up. Pens down.”

There was a collective exhale as students reluctantly put their pens aside. Aryu leaned back in his chair, stretching with a graceful motion that somehow made even exhaustion look stylish. “Ah, the exam is over,” he said with a content sigh. “Not bad. My answers were as perfect as my hair.”

[Name] chuckled softly, appreciating his flair even in a stressful situation. She packed up her materials while glancing at Yoichi, who looked far less relieved. He groaned, slumping forward onto his desk with a defeated sigh.

“I didn’t even finish,” Yoichi mumbled, staring despondently at his partially blank exam paper as Ms. Bogdanova began collecting them. “Why do they have to make these so long?”

[Name] offered him a kind smile. “Hey, it’s not the end of the world. You can always finish it on Friday during the make-up session.”

Yoichi looked up at her, his expression still glum but slightly less so. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks, [Name].”

Aryu, ever the picture of poise, chimed in. “Indeed, Isagii-kun. A temporary stumble does not define your elegance. You’ll recover splendidly, I’m sure.”

Yoichi blinked at him, not entirely sure how to respond to that, but eventually nodded. “Uh… thanks, Aryu.”

With the exams collected and the second part of the day officially over, the students began gathering their belongings. The energy in the room shifted from tense to relaxed as the realization that they were free for the day set in.

[Name] slung her bag over her shoulder, stretching her arms to shake off the stiffness of sitting for so long. “Two down, six to go,” she said lightly, her tone filled with cautious optimism.

Yoichi managed a small smile. “Let’s just hope tomorrow’s subjects are kinder.”

“Psychology and History,” [Name] mused, already mentally preparing for another long night of reviewing. “It could be worse.”

Aryu adjusted his scarf with a flourish, smiling as if exams were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “No matter the challenge, always face it with style. Now, I’m off to reward myself with a protein smoothie. Farewell!”

As Aryu glided out of the room, Yoichi shook his head, amused despite himself. “That guy really doesn’t change, does he?”

[Name] laughed softly, waving goodbye to both boys as she made her way out of the classroom. The day wasn’t over, but for now, she allowed herself a moment of peace, knowing she had done her best.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The soft hum of the vending machines filled the quiet campus gift shop as [Name] stood in front of the soda display, deciding between a lemon-lime soda or an iced tea. Her throat felt parched after the day’s exams, and she needed something refreshing. Finally settling on the soda, she grabbed one and turned to see Nijiro by her side, cradling a bottle of peach-flavored water in his hand.

“Want me to grab one for you too?” [Name] asked, smiling.

Nijiro blinked, caught off guard by her offer, before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, uh… you don’t have to.”

“Come on, it’s no big deal,” she said with a grin, heading to the counter. Nijiro followed closely, offering a quiet thanks as [Name] paid for both their drinks.

As they walked out of the shop, cracking open their bottles, Nijiro took a long sip before letting out a sigh. “AP English today? It was brutal. Some of those essay prompts made my head spin.”

[Name] tilted her head sympathetically. “It was tough, but you’ve got a good grasp of analysis, Nanase. I’m sure you did great.”

He chuckled nervously, glancing at her. “I don’t know about that, but thanks. I mean, compared to you, I probably bombed it. You make everything look so easy.”

[Name] laughed, shaking her head. “Trust me, it’s not as easy as it looks. And tomorrow’s going to be rough. History is… not my strong suit.”

Nijiro frowned, sensing the worry in her voice. He took a moment to think before smiling softly. “You’ve got this, [Name]. Seriously. You’re one of the hardest-working people I know. History doesn’t stand a chance against you.”

She glanced at him, his genuine encouragement warming her nerves slightly. “Thanks, Nanase. I needed that.”

As they continued down the pathway, sipping their drinks, the two chatted lightly about the exams and their plans for the upcoming fall break. The day had taken on a calm, almost peaceful rhythm—until they were interrupted.

A tall figure blocked their path, and both [Name] and Nijiro stopped in their tracks. Standing before them, with an unnerving grin spread across his face, was Don Lorenzo.

“Ah, it's the little rabbit,” Lorenzo drawled, his deep voice filled with mockery and amusement. His golden grills linted in the sunlight as he tilted his head, observing her like a predator studying its prey.

[Name] felt an icy chill crawl down her spine as her grip tightened around her soda bottle. Nijiro, sensing her unease, shifted slightly closer to her, his brows furrowing.

Lorenzo’s grin widened as he took a step forward, his eyes flickering between the two of them. “Finally, we meet. I’ve been dying to see the girl who’s got everyone so... enchanted.”

“What do you want, Lorenzo?” [Name] asked, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling inside her.

Lorenzo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, casually taking a strand of her long black hair between his fingers. “You know, you’re quite the enigma, [Name]. This hair, this scent—” he leaned in slightly, inhaling dramatically, “—no wonder everyone’s losing their minds over you.”

[Name] froze, her discomfort visible in the way she stiffened. Nijiro, standing beside her, stepped in almost instinctively, moving to shield her from Lorenzo.

“Hey, back off,” Nijiro said firmly, his usually soft demeanor replaced with surprising determination. “She’s clearly uncomfortable.”

Lorenzo’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew sharper, more sinister. He dropped [Name]’s hair and turned his full attention to Nijiro, mockingly clapping his hands. “Oh, look at you. Playing the hero. How noble.”

Nijiro didn’t back down, keeping himself between [Name] and Lorenzo. “I’m just looking out for my friend.”

“Friend, huh?” Lorenzo sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. “How cute. But let’s not pretend you’re anything more than a little sidekick, Little Hero. Do you really think you can keep her safe from people like me? Or Ruka? Or the rest of us?”

[Name] had heard enough. Her patience snapped as she grabbed Nijiro’s hand and started walking away, pulling him with her. “Come on, Nanase. Let’s go.”

Lorenzo didn’t stop them, but his laughter followed them down the path, dark and unsettling. “Run along, little rabbit. But don’t think this is over, [Name]. You and I, we’ll have our time.”

[Name] didn’t look back, her hand tightening around Nijiro’s as they hurried away. Her heart pounded in her chest, not just from Lorenzo’s words but from the way he had looked at her—as if she were something to be owned, to be broken.

Nijiro, sensing her distress, spoke gently. “Are you okay? I should’ve done more back there…”

“You did enough,” [Name] said, her voice soft but resolute. She let out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “Let’s just… let’s just stay away from him. From all of them.”

Nijiro nodded, his own unease clear in the way he glanced over his shoulder. Lorenzo might’ve let them go for now, but there was no mistaking the predatory hunger in his gaze. It wasn’t over.

Nanase Nijiro called after [Name], his pace quickening to catch up. “Wait, [Name]! Are you okay?” His voice was gentle, but concern laced his tone. He could see the tension in her shoulders as she walked ahead, gripping her soda tightly in one hand.

When she didn’t respond, he slowed his approach, not wanting to overwhelm her. But as he got closer, he noticed her trembling. “[Name]…” He stepped in front of her path, only to see the tears silently streaking down her cheeks.

“[Name]…” he said again, softer this time, his voice breaking with sympathy. He instinctively placed a hand on her shoulder, only for her to shake her head and look away, unable to meet his gaze.

Nijiro’s heart ached. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “You don’t have to say anything right now.” Without hesitation, he pulled her into a comforting hug, wrapping his arms around her as if shielding her from the world. [Name] stiffened at first but then sank into his embrace, her quiet sobs muffled against his chest.

“I hate it…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I hate how people treat me. Like I’m… like I’m some kind of prize to be won.”

Nijiro clenched his fists behind her, his jaw tightening. “You’re not a prize,” he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. He pulled back slightly, enough to look down at her tear-streaked face. “You’re [Name]. You’re kind, hardworking, and strong—stronger than anyone gives you credit for.”

She sniffled, looking up at him through her glasses. “I don’t feel strong.”

“You are,” Nijiro said with a small smile, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears with his thumb. “You’re standing tall despite all of this, aren’t you? That’s strength. And if it ever gets too heavy to carry alone, I’ll be here to help you.”

His words seemed to calm her, and she nodded, her grip on her drink loosening. Nijiro’s heart swelled with relief, though a pang of guilt followed. He’d always admired her—loved her, even—but he knew he couldn’t compete with the others vying for her attention. Still, seeing her like this, all he wanted was to protect her.

“Come on,” he said, forcing a lightness into his tone. “Let’s get out of here. How about we go to the garden? You could use some peace after… all that.”

[Name] hesitated but eventually nodded. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice still shaky but steadier now.

Nijiro smiled and held out his hand. She took it, her fingers wrapping around him hesitantly. Together, they walked away, leaving the tension of the moment behind.

But unbeknownst to them, Alexis Ness stood in the shadows, his phone raised, recording every second of their interaction. His lips curled into a smirk as he stopped the video. “Interesting…” he muttered, tucking his phone away. His mind was already racing with the possibilities of how to use this newfound piece of information.

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[Name] Sanzuku sat at her desk in the Psychology exam room, her pencil gliding smoothly across the paper as she worked through the written responses. The test covered everything from identifying psychological terms and parts of the brain to analyzing how humans react to various scenarios. Each question sparked confidence in her; she’d spent the last few weeks ensuring she understood the material.

She paused for a moment, tapping her pencil against her chin as she reviewed one of her answers about the limbic system’s role in emotional regulation. Satisfied with her reasoning, she moved on to the next question.

To her right, she could hear the faint muttering of Tokimitsu. He was hunched over his paper, his pencil scribbling furiously while he mumbled under his breath.

“C-come on, Aoishi. You studied for this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His hand trembled slightly as he worked through the problem, his nervous energy filling the air.

[Name] glanced at him, her expression softening. Poor guy, she thought. He’s so hard on himself.

On her left sat Itsuki, his typically calm demeanor strained by the exhaustion etched into his face. The dark circles under his eyes made it clear he’d been up all night studying. Yet, his focus never wavered, his pencil moving methodically as he tackled each question with precision. [Name] admired his determination, though she wished he’d taken better care of himself.

Her eyes wandered further down the rows of desks, spotting Kenyu Yukimiya sitting near the back. He had already finished his exam and was now engrossed in a book, his posture relaxed as if this was just another day for him. His calm aura was almost enviable. Nearby, Reo Mikage was also done with his test, though he wasn’t relaxing. Instead, he was jotting something in a notebook, his brow furrowed in thought. [Name] could only imagine he was strategizing or planning something, as usual.

The timer on the board ticked down, and [Name] turned her attention back to her paper. She carefully rechecked each of her answers, scanning for any mistakes or questions she might’ve overlooked.

When she was sure everything was in order, she put her pencil down and let out a quiet sigh of relief. One exam down, and she felt good about it.

A few minutes later, the timer buzzed, signaling the end of the exam.

“All right, pencils down!” Mr. Luna announced, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. “Pass your exams forward, please.”

[Name] collected the papers from her row and handed them to the student in front of her. As the exams were gathered, she leaned back in her seat, stretching her arms overhead.

Tokimitsu let out a shaky sigh beside her, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Oh man… I think I messed up on, like, half of that,” he muttered anxiously.

“You probably did better than you think,” [Name] said encouragingly. “You always overthink things, Tokimitsu.”

“I-I guess… but still…” He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly unconvinced.

On her other side, Itsuki closed his exam booklet and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long breath. “I don’t know if I’m relieved or just running on fumes,” he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

“You need sleep,” [Name] said pointedly. “You’re going to burn out if you keep this up.”

“I’ll sleep when the exams are over,” Itsuki replied with a faint smile.

[Name] shook her head but couldn’t help smiling back. “Just don’t collapse before then.”

As the students began to file out of the room, [Name] gathered her things and slung her bag over her shoulder. She cast one last glance at Yukimiya, who gave her a polite nod before returning to his book, and at Reo, who seemed lost in his own thoughts.

With her spirits lifted by the sense of accomplishment, she headed for the door, ready to tackle the next challenge that awaited her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The library was a quiet sanctuary in the heart of the bustling academy, its towering shelves filled with books that whispered of history, science, and imagination. [Name] Sanzuku sat at one of the farthest tables, her red glasses perched delicately on her nose as she scanned the open textbook in front of her. Her notes were spread out in a chaotic, yet strangely organized manner, and her fingers occasionally tapped the side of her pen against the table as she tried to commit the endless stream of dates and events to memory.

Her heterochromatic eyes moved swiftly across the page, absorbing every word. The faint smell of aged paper and the hum of the library’s air conditioning created a calming backdrop, one that momentarily masked her rising anxiety over the upcoming history exam.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated, a low buzz breaking the tranquil silence. Startled, [Name] fumbled to grab it, nearly knocking over a stack of flashcards. She glanced at the screen: Incoming Call - Koji. Her heart softened, and a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Koji?” she whispered, answering the call and holding the phone close to her ear.

“Hey Sis!” came her little brother’s surprised voice, loud enough that she instinctively glanced around to make sure she wasn’t disturbing anyone.

“Koji, keep your voice down,” she admonished softly, though there was no real annoyance in her tone.

“Oops, sorry,” Koji said, quieter now but still carrying his usual demeanor. “What are you doing? Are you studying? You always study too much.”

[Name] chuckled lightly, adjusting her glasses. “Of course I’m studying. Exams are in session you know. I can’t slack off like you always do.”

“Hey! I don’t slack off,” he defended, though his sheepish laugh gave him away. “Anyway, you won’t believe what I found!”

Her brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“Your poster!” he exclaimed proudly. “The one you said was lost forever. It was behind your desk this whole time. Guess I’m smarter than you, huh?”

[Name]’s mouth fell open in disbelief, and she nearly laughed out loud. “Koji! You were going through my stuff again, weren’t you?”

“Uh... maybe?” he admitted, not sounding the least bit guilty. “But it’s fine, right? I mean, you’re not even here to use it, and I was bored.”

Shaking her head, she leaned back in her chair, her hair brushing against her shoulders. “You’re incorrigible. But thanks for finding it, I guess.”

“See? You should thank me more often. I’m a great little brother.”

[Name] rolled her eyes, though a fond smile lingered on her lips. “You’re something, all right. So, what do you want, Koji? Besides rummaging through my room.”

His tone shifted slightly, becoming more earnest. “I just wanted to annoy you. It’s been kinda boring without you around, you know? The house is too quiet.”

She rolled her eyes at his comment but her heart ached a little at his words, and she softened her voice. “I miss you too, Koji. But I’ll be back soon. Fall break is only a few weeks away.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” she said firmly.

There was a pause, and then Koji spoke again, quieter this time. “Take care of yourself, okay? I know you’re always so busy, but don’t overdo it.”

“I will,” she assured him, her voice warm. “And you stay out of trouble, got it? No more snooping through my stuff.”

“No promises,” he replied cheekily, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bye, Koji. I’ll call you later.”

“Bye, [Name]-chan. Good luck with your exams”

The call ended, and [Name] stared at her phone for a moment, her smile lingering. She placed it back on the table, letting out a soft sigh. The brief conversation had been a welcome distraction, a reminder of home and the people who cared about her.

But the clock was ticking. The library’s clock chimed faintly, signaling that the break was nearly over. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her notes and dove back into her studies. The words on the page seemed to blur together, but she forced herself to focus, repeating dates and facts under her breath.

Just as the next bell rang, signaling the end of the break, [Name] felt a renewed determination. She closed her book with a quiet snap, her resolve stealing. ‘I’ll make you proud’, she thought, gathering her materials and preparing for her next class.

The library emptied quickly, but [Name] lingered for a moment longer, savoring the calm before stepping back into the whirlwind of academic life.

The school hallways were bustling with activity as students moved between classes, the sound of chatter and hurried footsteps echoing off the walls. [Name] Sanzuku walked briskly through the corridor, her mind racing as she mentally reviewed the key points for her upcoming history exam. The weight of her textbooks in one arm and her notepad in the other added to her sense of urgency, her hair  swaying with every step.

As she turned a corner, a small clattering noise reached her ears. She paused, looking down to see that her pencil had slipped from her grasp and rolled a few feet away. Muttering under her breath, she crouched to retrieve it.

Just as her fingers were about to close around the pencil, a shadow fell over her, and a hand—larger and calloused—picked it up first.

"Looking for this?" a deep, composed voice asked.

[Name] straightened, blinking as she took in the figure before her. The young man was strikingly unique, with light-colored hair styled into dreadlocks that framed his sharp, slanted eyes. His lean frame carried an air of quiet intensity, and his piercing gaze seemed to cut through her like a blade. His strong, masculine presence was undeniable, making him stand out even in a crowd.

The pencil rested in his hand as he held it out to her, his expression calm yet unreadable. "You should watch where you're going," he said in a low tone, his words clipped and deliberate. “The tide doesn’t wait for anyone.”

[Name] blinked in confusion, taken aback by his cryptic phrasing. Quickly recovering, she reached for the pencil. "Uh, thanks," she began, her tone polite but wary. However, his comment lingered in her mind, and she frowned slightly. "Wait a second. What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m clumsy?"

Kairu’s expression didn’t change, though the corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he found her reaction mildly amusing. "It’s not about clumsiness," he replied, his voice as calm as the lapping waves. "It’s about awareness. If you don’t keep an eye on the shore, you’ll get swept away."

[Name] narrowed her eyes, feeling a flicker of annoyance rise within her. "Okay, Mr. Surfing Philosopher," she said, crossing her arms, "maybe try handing back someone’s pencil without throwing in unsolicited life lessons next time."

For the first time, something flickered in Kairu’s sharp gaze, though it was impossible to tell whether it was amusement, irritation, or something else entirely. He inclined his head slightly, his voice still calm. "Fair enough. But you should hurry. The bell’s about to ring."

Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the clock on the wall. Her eyes widened in panic. "Oh no, you’re right! I’m going to be late!" she exclaimed, her frustration with him momentarily forgotten.

Clutching her pencil tightly, she darted past him, her hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor. "Thanks again, I guess!" she called over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

Kairu remained where he stood, watching her retreating figure with an unreadable expression. His hand lingered in the air for a moment before dropping to his side. His gaze followed her, lingering on the way her thair swayed with every frantic step.

"Like a fish swimming against the current," he murmured to himself, the faintest hint of a smile curving his lips. His sharp, slanted eyes glinted with something deeper, something primal, as he turned on his heel and walked away. The noisy hallway seemed to fade into the background as his thoughts lingered on [Name].

Kairu Saramadara’s movements were slow and deliberate as he exited the hallway, a predator savoring the thrill of the chase.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The history classroom was unusually quiet, save for the faint scratch of pens on paper and the occasional sound of someone shifting in their seat. The overhead clock ticked ominously, its hands creeping closer to the hour. The tension in the room was palpable as the students focused intently on their exams, each immersed in their own battle with the questions before them.

[Name] sat in the middle of the classroom, her red glasses slipping slightly down her nose as she hunched over her paper. Her hair hung limply by her shoulders, almost as if mirroring the growing sense of defeat she felt. The first few questions had been manageable, but as she progressed, the historical dates and significant events blurred together in her mind. By the time she flipped to the middle of the exam, a bead of sweat had formed on her temple.

She glanced up at the whiteboard, where the countdown timer ticked mercilessly closer to zero. Fifteen minutes left. She swallowed hard and forced herself to focus. Come on, [Name], she thought, gripping her pen tightly. ‘You studied this. You know this! Just think!’

But the harder she tried to recall the answers, the more elusive they seemed. Questions about key historical treaties and landmark battles stared back at her mockingly, their blank answer spaces a stark reminder of her faltering memory. She tapped her pen against her paper nervously, earning a soft "shhh" from someone behind her.

“Ugh, sorry,” she whispered, her face heating up in embarrassment.

She glanced at the next question, her eyes scanning it rapidly: "What was the main objective of the Treaty of Kanagawa in 1854?"

Her mind blanked. Was it trade? Diplomacy? Something else entirely? She couldn't remember, and the weight of her indecision pressed down on her chest like a stone.

Five minutes left.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she flipped to the last page. The sight of the final questions almost made her cry in frustration. She scrawled out a hasty answer to one, then hesitated on the next, the seconds slipping away far too quickly.

“Time’s up!” Mr. Prince’s booming voice shattered the silence, and the sound of the timer hitting zero followed immediately. “Pens down, everyone. That’s it.”

A collective sigh of relief and frustration swept through the room. [Name] froze, staring at the unfinished final questions on her paper. She let out a defeated groan and slumped forward, resting her head against her desk.

“Why am I like this?” she muttered, her voice muffled against the wood. “I totally flopped that. There’s no way I passed…”

Mr. Prince strode around the classroom, his unkempt blond hair bouncing slightly as he collected the exams. “Thank you, mates,” he said with his usual mix of charisma and confidence. “Now remember, history doesn’t care for excuses. Either you know it, or you don’t. Let’s see how many of you make me proud this time.”

As he walked by, [Name] shoved her paper toward him without lifting her head.

Akira, seated beside her, leaned over slightly, his soft voice breaking the silence. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, [Name]. This is just one exam,” he said, offering her a reassuring smile. “You’ve still got time to prepare for the make-ups on Friday. Think of this as practice.”

[Name] turned her head slightly, her cheek still pressed against the desk. “I don’t know, Akira,” she sighed. “It feels like I’m drowning in a whirlpool of dates and names. I thought I studied enough, but clearly not.”

Reiji, sitting a row behind, twisted in his seat to face her. His eyes were calm and understanding as he rested his chin on his palm. “[Name], stop being so hard on yourself,” he said in his smooth, almost melodic tone. “You’re not alone in this. A lot of us struggled, and it’s not like you didn’t try. Effort matters, too.”

She lifted her head slightly, her glasses crooked on her nose. “You guys make it sound so easy,” she grumbled. “But this exam was brutal.”

Reiji chuckled softly. “Trust me, I didn’t breeze through it either. But that’s the thing about challenges—they’re meant to push you. You’ll do better next time.”

Akira nodded in agreement. “Exactly. And if you need help reviewing, you’ve got us. We’ll make sure you’re ready for Friday.”

[Name] sat up fully now, their words beginning to chip away at the dark cloud of self-doubt hanging over her. She adjusted her glasses and managed a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, guys,” she said softly. “I appreciate it. I just… don’t want to fail.”

“And you won’t,” Akira said firmly. “You’ve got the determination. Just take this as a lesson and move forward.”

Reiji’s expression softened further, his voice lowering to a gentler tone. “Besides, no one’s perfect, [Name]. Not even you. So stop putting so much pressure on yourself.”

The warmth in their voices was enough to lift her spirits, even if just a little. She nodded, straightening her posture. “Alright,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I’ll try to focus on improving for the make-ups. But you guys better not let me slack off.”

Akira grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Reiji smirked. “Good. We’ll hold you to that.”

The tension in her chest eased as they shared a brief laugh. As the classroom emptied out for the next period, [Name] couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope reignite within her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The hallway was bustling with students as they left the classroom, chattering about the exam or their plans for the next break. [Name] walked beside Akira, her mood still dampened by her performance on the midterm but uplifted slightly by his earlier words of encouragement. Reiji had split off to head to his club, leaving the two to share a more casual moment.

Akira, ever the observant friend, noticed the lingering worry on [Name]'s face. “You’re still thinking about that exam, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone lighthearted as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

[Name] sighed, adjusting her glasses. “It’s hard not to. That exam was brutal, Akira. And I know Mr. Prince is going to roast us when he hands them back.”

“Well, if you’re that worried, maybe I can distract you for a second.” He grinned and unlocked his phone with a quick swipe. “There’s someone I want you to meet—virtually, at least.”

[Name] blinked, tilting her head. “Someone I should meet? Who?”

“An old friend of mine. He’s transferring here in the spring term.” Akira tapped through his gallery and turned the phone toward her. On the screen was a picture of a tall, tan boy with blonde hair that had dark stripes and a toothy sharp grin that seemed larger than life. His pose was exaggerated, with both thumbs pointed at himself as if to say, “I’m the man.”

“This,” Akira declared with a playful flourish, “is Taiga Tsunzaki. Certified disaster of a human being.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “Disaster, huh? He looks... spirited.”

“Spirited is a generous word. This guy couldn’t charm his way out of a wet paper bag. And believe me, he’s tried.” Akira scrolled to another picture—this one showing Taiga with a bouquet of flowers, looking utterly dejected as a girl in the background walked away. “Case in point.”

[Name] couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Oh no, poor guy. He really puts himself out there, doesn’t he?”

“Puts himself out there is an understatement,” Akira said, laughing. “Taiga has a long, illustrious history of crash-and-burn moments. You’d think he’d stop after the fifth—or fiftieth—rejection, but nope. The guy’s got a heart made of titanium.”

“Sounds like someone who doesn’t give up easily,” [Name] said, though she couldn’t help but giggle again at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Oh, he doesn’t. But his flirting is so bad it’s almost an art form. Like, one time, he tried to impress a girl by juggling oranges in the cafeteria. He only made it through two tosses before they all hit the floor. He still called it a win, though.”

[Name] burst out laughing, earning a few curious glances from passing students. She quickly covered her mouth, her cheeks flushing. “You’re kidding!”

“Dead serious,” Akira said with a smirk. “And just when you think it can’t get worse…” He swiped to another photo, this one showing Taiga mid-bite, his face smeared with marinara sauce as he aggressively attacked a plate of spaghetti. The sheer intensity of the image was enough to send [Name] into another fit of laughter.

“What—what is he doing?” she managed between giggles, clutching her stomach.

“Survival of the fittest,” Akira said with mock seriousness. “When it’s you versus the spaghetti, you gotta show no mercy.”

[Name] shook her head, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “I can’t. This guy is unreal. Are you sure you’re not just showing me memes you found online?”

Akira grinned. “Nope. This is 100% authentic Taiga. He’s like a walking sitcom. You’ll love him when you meet him.”

“Well, he’s already making a strong first impression,” she said, handing the phone back to Akira. “I’ll be sure to brace myself for his... unique energy.”

Akira chuckled, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “He’s a handful, but he’s got a good heart. And hey, maybe he’ll be just the distraction you need when spring rolls around.”

“Maybe,” [Name] said, her tone lighter now. “But for now, I think I’ll stick with surviving today.”

“Fair enough,” Akira said with a nod. “But just you wait. Taiga’s coming, and life as you know it will never be the same.”

[Name] rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t help the small smile that lingered on her face. Despite the stress of the day, moments like these made it all feel a little more manageable.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated [Name]'s dorm room as she sat cross-legged on her bed, a history textbook open in front of her. Notes were scattered around her in organized chaos, and her glasses had slid slightly down her nose as she focused on the lines of text. The silence of the room was punctuated only by the faint rustling of pages and the occasional scribble of her pen.

Her phone vibrated, breaking her concentration. She leaned over, picked it up, and saw a message from Ikki Niko:

Ikki > "Can we meet at the campus gates? I need help with the English exam on Thursday."

[Name] blinked at the screen before smiling. Finally, a break. She quickly typed back:

[Name] > "Sure, I could use some fresh air! Be there in 10."

Slipping her phone into her pocket, she hopped off the bed and stretched. "Studying can wait," she muttered, pulling a sweater over her head and swapping her lounge shorts for jeans. As she slipped on her sneakers, Hitomi, her roommate, glanced up from her own desk.

"Heading out?" Hitomi asked, twirling a pen between her fingers.

"Yeah," [Name] replied. "Ikki asked me to help him with the English exam. Meeting him at the gates."

Hitomi tilted her head, her expression turning slightly concerned. "You know it’s going to rain soon, right? You should take an umbrella."

[Name] froze mid-step. "Ah, crap," she muttered. "I left my umbrella at Ruka's place last time."

Hitomi sighed, already standing up to grab her own umbrella. "Here, take mine. I’m not going anywhere tonight."

[Name] took the umbrella with a grateful smile. "You’re a lifesaver, Hitomi. I owe you one."

Hitomi smirked. "You always do. Now go, before it starts pouring."

[Name] chuckled as she left the room, umbrella in hand. The air outside was crisp and cool, the sky a deep gray hinting at the storm to come. She hurried to the campus gates, where Ikki was waiting.

Ikki stood near the lamppost, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, but even so, he kept glancing around nervously. When he saw [Name] approaching, he straightened, his posture stiff with apprehension.

"Hey, sorry for the wait," [Name] greeted him with an easy smile. She noticed how he fidgeted, his gaze darting everywhere except her face.

"N-No, it’s fine," Ikki stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I, uh, I just... needed some help with the English exam."

[Name] tilted her head, sensing his discomfort. "Of course. But first," she said, glancing up at the ominous clouds, "let’s grab something warm. There’s a café nearby, and I could really use a coffee."

Ikki hesitated for a moment, his shoulders tensing as if considering retreat. But then he gave a small nod. "O-Okay."

The walk to the café was quiet, save for the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. [Name] tried to strike up a conversation to ease the tension. "So, English, huh? Not your strong suit?"

Ikki scratched the back of his neck, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Not really. I can... understand it okay, but writing essays is a nightmare."

[Name] chuckled. "Well, you’ve come to the right person. I’ll have you acing it in no time."

Ikki glanced at her briefly, his cheeks tinged pink. "Thanks... for agreeing to help. I don’t usually... ask people for stuff."

[Name] smiled warmly. "No problem. That’s what friends are for, right?"

Ikki’s steps faltered for a second, his heart skipping at her casual use of the word "friend." He ducked his head, his bangs obscuring his face as they entered the café.

Inside, the warm aroma of coffee and baked goods greeted them. The cozy atmosphere, with its soft lighting and wooden furniture, seemed to relax Ikki slightly. They approached the counter, and [Name] quickly ordered a cappuccino for herself and a hot chocolate for Ikki, teasingly insisting that he needed something sweet to keep his brain fueled.

As they sat down, Ikki’s nerves began to show again. He fiddled with his cup, his fingers tapping against the ceramic. [Name] noticed and decided to lighten the mood.

"So, Ikki," she began with a mischievous grin, "is this your first time asking a girl for help? Or are you secretly some kind of smooth operator?"

Ikki nearly choked on his hot chocolate. "W-What? No! I’m not—" He broke off, his face burning as he stumbled over his words.

[Name] laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Relax, I’m just messing with you." She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "But seriously, you don’t have to be so tense. We’ll go over the material, and you’ll be fine."

Ikki finally managed a small smile, his nervous energy slowly fading under [Name]’s easygoing presence. "Thanks," he said softly.

The two began discussing the exam, [Name] breaking down the material into simple explanations while Ikki listened intently, occasionally jotting down notes. As the storm outside began to drizzle against the café windows, Ikki found himself grateful—not just for the help but for the unexpected warmth of [Name]’s company.

The café’s cozy ambiance was suddenly disrupted by the jarring click of boots on the wooden floor. [Name] and Ikki, engrossed in their study session, barely registered the figure approaching their table until a smooth, taunting voice broke through their focus.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Himizu rawled, his split tongue flicking out briefly as he smirked down at them. His sharp, serpentine features were framed by his hair, and his eyes gleamed with a predatory glint. He was dressed in a sleek black jacket and ripped jeans, a casual yet deliberate choice that exuded confidence.

[Name] sighed, recognizing the mocking tone instantly. “Himizu,” she muttered under her breath, already bracing herself for his antics.

Himizu ignored her tone, his focus entirely on [Name]. “Fancy seeing you here, [Name]. Didn’t know you were into babysitting introverts,” he said with a sly glance at Ikki, who stiffened at the remark.

Ikki’s grip on his pen tightened, but he kept his gaze fixed on his notebook. [Name], however, wasn’t as willing to let Himizu’s comments slide.

“Himizu, it’s not nice to dig into people’s business,” she said sharply, folding her arms and glaring up at him. “Don’t you have something better to do than bother us?”

Himizu chuckled, a low, sinister sound. “Oh, but bothering you is my business,” he replied, leaning against their table. His split tongue flicked out again, as if tasting the air for her irritation. “Besides, you’re far too entertaining to ignore. That sour little look on your face? Priceless.”

[Name] scowled, her patience wearing thin. “Do you ever get tired of being a pest?”

“Never,” Himizu said with a grin, leaning in closer. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “And you make it so easy. Tell me, [Name], do you always get this flustered when someone gives you attention? Or is it just me?”

Her cheeks flushed with anger, and she slammed her palm on the table. “You’re unbelievable! If you’re done being obnoxious, why don’t you—”

Before she could finish, Ikki finally spoke, his voice low but firm. “Leave her alone.”

Himizu’s head turned slowly toward Ikki, as if noticing him for the first time. His smirk widened. “Oh? And what’s this? A knight in shining armor? Or coward in calling?” He straightened and crossed his arms, regarding Ikki with mock amusement. “You’re braver than I thought, Niko. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Ikki’s jaw tightened, but he refused to back down. “We’re trying to study. If you’ve got nothing useful to say, then go.”

Himizu’s laugh was cold and sharp, cutting through the quiet murmur of the café. “Oh, how noble. But let me give you a little tip, Niko. Playing the hero rarely ends well. Especially not for someone like you.”

[Name] glared at him, her voice sharp with exasperation. “Are you done yet? You’ve made your point—whatever it was. Now leave us alone.”

Himizu tilted his head, pretending to consider her words. “Hmm. I suppose I’ve had my fun for now.” He stepped back, his split tongue darting out once more in that unnerving, snake-like manner. “But before I go...”

He leaned in close to [Name], his lips near her ear. His voice dropped to a low, almost seductive tone. “You smell absolutely delicious.”

[Name] froze, a shiver running down her spine. She instinctively pulled back, her heart pounding in her chest. Himizu straightened with a chuckle, clearly satisfied with her reaction.

“See you around,” he said lightly, giving them both a mock salute before sauntering off, his laughter echoing behind him.

[Name] sat stiffly for a moment, her hands clenched into fists. “That guy is the worst,” she muttered, her voice trembling with anger.

Ikki, still tense, glanced at her. “Are you okay?”

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... creeped out.”

Ikki nodded, his own frustration evident in the tight set of his jaw. “Next time, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get the chance to bother you.”

[Name] managed a small smile, grateful for his support. “Thanks, Ikki. Let’s just get back to studying. I need something to distract me from... that.”

Ikki nodded again, and they returned to their books, though the lingering tension from Himizu’s presence weighed heavily on their minds.

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[milaisreading]

What sort of story do u all want for Halloween? The story will be a lot darker than what I usually write, but since its Halloween, might stick to it. Under 18 year olds and people who are more sensitive to this sort of content, please skip out on it

(Will do a Yandere story, just pick the couples)

[miellifluous]

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Bachira Meguru

-Butterfly touches

Bachira’s so whipped for you. Yandere, gn! reader (hcs)

-Requited

His passion for you is scathing, and you love the heat. Yandere, gn! reader (hcs)

-Nicotine

Bachira’s love language is touch. Suggestive, fem! reader (hcs)

-Shelled

People are hesitant to approach you and you’re pretty misunderstood. Luckily, Bachira’s your link to social life.. you hope. Yandere-ish, fem! reader (hcs)

- Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (fem! reader)

Mikage Reo

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

- Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

-Relationship headcanons

Self-explanatory, yandere, fem! reader.

Naruhaya Asahi

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

Imamura Yudai

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

- Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (fem! Reader)

Isagi Yoichi

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

-Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

Aoshi Tokimitsu

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

Shidou Ryusei

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

-Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

Michael Kaiser

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

Karasu Tabito

-catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

Kunigami Rensuke

-Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

Jingo Raichi

-Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

Sae Itoshi

-Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

Rin Itoshi

-Catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

Alexis Ness

-Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

Oliver Aiku

-Men who love to roleplay!

Roleplays they are into. (Fem! Reader)

Chigiri Hyoma

-Catching the bouquet!

Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding. (fem! reader)

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So Tell Me What You Need

oliver aiku really really likes you ♡

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ yandere!oliver aiku x f!reader

Genre: college!au (++ smut) Notes: thank u 2 @chososdoll for doing gods work with this fic i hated it hehehe Warnings: 18+, serial killer mention, murder mention, weed mention, smoking, stalking ♡, manipulation, dub/noncon, 'just the tip' ♡, coercion, oral (m receiving), cock slapping ♡, facial, creampie ♡, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, etc.) ♡ Words: 7.2k

The body of a young woman was discovered in the early hours of Thursday morning. It’s the third body in the last five months to be found, and an inside source has revealed that this is thought to be a pattern by one killer. The victims are all female and—

Your heart pounds as you shut off the TV in your front room. It’s the last thing you want to hear as the windows reveal the dark night sky outside. You don’t even see the stars above; the light pollution takes that comfort from you. All you can see is rows of apartments opposite to your own, some lit and some dim. Some with funky colours but most are warm white.

And your face flushes with heat as you notice one of the latter have a couple fucking up against a window before you turn away to face your roommate.

She notes your concern, but chooses to smirk and poke fun anyway.

“Maybe it’s your stalker,” she teases you. “You might be next.”

“That’s not funny.” you sigh, storming off to your room. You wince as you look at the abandoned study materials at your desk. You’ve been putting everything off for weeks, but your coursework and exams are the last thing on your mind.

You find yourself pacing around a little before you eventually decide to sit on the edge of your bed. There’s no way you can possibly sleep after hearing that. And your roommate’s poor joke has only made you more paranoid. So, what is there left to do?

Music might help, you think to yourself as you unlock your phone. You can barely do anything as your fingers begin to tremor while you look through your playlists. You’re interrupted, though, as a call from an unknown number fills your screen.

You mask your fear with anger, grunting as you swing open your bedroom door to yell at your friend.

“Stop it, Lacey! I’m going to have nightmares, I’m serious!” you yell. She looks at you, confused. You hold up your phone to show her the incoming call. But her eyes drop to the coffee table, her own phone discarded on top of it in favour of smoking from her bong.

“Answer it.” she urges you.

And you gulp, nodding, sliding the button across the bottom of the touch screen to take the call. You steel yourself, already knowing what’s coming as soon as you speak. It’s the same thing every single time. You don’t say a word, not for a few seconds. There isn’t a sound from either of you as you sit on the couch while your roommate’s eyes follow you.

“Hello?” you say, meekly.

It begins.

The heavy, repetitive breathing that sends a chill down your spine. She looks concerned, now. It’s the first time she’s been present when you’ve received a call. You’d started to suspect she didn’t believe you.

“Who the fuck is this?” she yells, snatching the phone from your hand. Their breathing stutters, it’s barely noticeable but you both pick up on it. It’s enough to make her hang up. “I— you should stay in my room tonight. W-With me.”

“Are you scared?” you ask her, earnestly. She doesn’t respond, but the fact that she’s packing away her drug paraphernalia is answer enough. “Thank you.” you smile, though you leave the room as you do.

You start scrolling through your contacts on instinct, tossing your phone onto your bed as you find the number you’re searching for and put it on loudspeaker as it dials. It rings and rings, and you start to worry you won’t get through. You undress, taking off your clothes from the day to change into your pyjamas.

“Hey you,” he starts. “S’pretty late, baby. Somethin’ wrong?”

“Oliver…” you start, legs buckling at the sound of his voice as you feel a combination of relief and guilt surge through you. You sniff, the pressure of your fear and other underlying emotions doing their best to overwhelm you. “My— The stalker called. Again.” you tell him, and you’re instantly met with a sympathetic coo.

“Do you want me to come over?” he asks. “Or do you wanna come here? I’ll pick you up, princess, s’not a problem.” he continues. You shake your head despite him not being able to see.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Sorry, I was just freaking out. Nice to hear your voice, though…” you smile a little, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Alright. Only if you’re sure.” he speaks, clearing his throat. “I miss you, though. You better let me see that pretty face of yours soon.”

“Okay,” your smile widens. Once again nodding knowing he can’t actually see you right now. “Goodnight Oli.”

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

Sharing a bed with your roommate helped. You didn’t even mind her snoring, it’s not like you’d expected to get much sleep anyway. You got enough to get you through the day, though. Classes went by without incident, and you didn’t feel yourself wavering at lunchtime like you have been recently.

The calls are unpredictable, you’re always on edge. There’s no specific times or days or even how many times he’ll call.

You walk back to your apartment alone. The winter sucks. It’s not particularly cold, but it’s dark when you get to your classes and then it’s dark again when you leave for the day. You feel like you’re going crazy, and you can’t pretend you aren’t scared of being outside alone when it’s so dark out.

A text notification frightens you enough to almost drop your phone. You don’t even remember turning your phone off silent. Though you can’t help but grin when you see who it’s from.

Oli: Wanna hang out tonight?

You: I’m too behind on my coursework ☹

You: Another time? x

Oli: Okay princess x

You take a deep breath, pocketing your phone as you continue your journey to your apartment. The elevator isn’t empty, but you don’t mind. If anything, you feel a little better to be around people. Your music plays softly through your earphones the whole time, and your anxiety finally begins to dissipate.

Although, it comes flooding back when you get to the door of your apartment.

It’s locked.

And, normally, that would be fine. But Lacey always finishes early on Monday’s. And she’s always home before you get here. Your mind instantly flickers to the phone calls. The stalker.

The news report last night.

Little hands tremble as you search pathetically through your tote bag until you find your keys. The metal clings and clangs as you search for the right one; you jump as they fall from your hands. Eventually, though, the right one is in your grasp and you open the door quickly.

There’s no sign of her. She isn’t smoking in the front room like you expect. You open her bedroom door without knocking, only to discover she isn’t there either. Deep breaths are taken in vain. You try to call her, but there’s no answer.

You: Are you okay?? Call me ASAP

Lacey: I’m fine! I’m at the frat hanging out with Eita 😇

“Oh thank God.” you sigh, all but falling to your knees when you read her reply. Instantly, you can’t help but think about what a slut she is when you think about her failing to tell you her plans because she’s decided to sneak off to ‘hang out’ with her toxic friend with benefits.

Your mind is clear, though your heart is still beating a mile a minute.

Oli: You’re really just gonna study all night? X

You: Thinking about ordering a pizza :P x

Oli: I like pizza you know 🙄x

You: Next time! Promise x

It’s crazy. It’s embarrassing, actually, how quickly he can put you at ease. You’ve only known him for a few months, but it feels like you’ve known him forever. You sigh, dreamily, as you recall how he had introduced himself to you and Lacey during welcome week. He had to squeeze in the fact he was the president of the most popular frat on campus.

Even then, he made you blush. Though you couldn’t act on it; you’d had a boyfriend at the time. But you’ve been single for almost as long as you’ve known Oli, since you dumped him a week or two after; when you realised you didn’t love him anymore. And, still, nothing has happened between you and Oliver.

You’re scared, truthfully.

You’re scared because you know he’s experienced and he’s confident. You know girls throw themselves at him and he knows he’s popular. You’re not a virgin, but compared to him you may as well be.

After clearing your throat and shaking your head to dismiss your train of thought, you start looking for food to add to your basket from your favourite pizza place. It’s so hard to choose, as much as you’d love to get everything, you’re basically broke.

Incoming call.

“Please, no.” your voice breaks as you speak out loud.

You shouldn’t answer. The number is private and you already know what’s going to happen. But you’ve tried that before. You’ve tried ignoring them, but they just keep calling until you answer.

You’re frozen, paralysed with fear as you contemplate what to do. Lacey isn’t here to support you this time. She won’t be coming back, either. So, do you really want to answer? Do you really want to deal with how many calls you’ll receive if you don’t?

The burden of dealing with this alone is too much to bear.

But you’ve been left with no other choice.

“H-Hello?” you whimper, eager to get it over with. The breathing starts, and you’re surprised that this time it’s enough to make you cry. And it’s not just a few tears falling. Whoever is on the other end of the call will undoubtedly know what you’ve been reduced to. “Please stop doing this. W-What do you want from me?” you cry.

It's useless, though, the breathing just continues.

“I can’t t-take it anymore, please, p-please…”

“Mmmmpf,” you hear, it’s cracked and strained and it makes you feel sick. You aren’t sure if you’re imagining things, or if this sicko is actually getting off to the sound of your anguish and desperate pleas. “Thank you.” they say, the voice is deep and distorted but it’s clear as day.

Your breath is trapped in your lungs. And for the first time, they hang up.

You just can’t anymore.

Can’t breathe.

Can’t function.

Can’t think.

You can think enough to call Oli, though. Tremoring digits manage to navigate away from the takeout website to bring up your text thread with Oliver once more. And you don’t hesitate to press the call button.

Your eyes are soaked, vision blurry like a smudged camera lens as you look around your barren apartment while you wait for him to pick up.

“Hi gorgeous,” he answers, a seductive lilt in his tone. If you weren’t so worked up, you’d be flustered. You can picture the smirk on his face as he talks, though you aren’t really listening. “What’s up, baby? Calling to brag about that pizza?”

“O-li.” you sniff, voice cracking after each vowel. He’s silent, but you hear him move. Like he’s sitting upright suddenly, ready to spring into action to rescue you. “He c-called. Again, Oli… again—”

“Shit.” he sighs. “Do you want me to—”

“Please… come get me. ‘m so scared, don’t wanna be here a-alone.” you whine.

“I’m on my way.” he tells you. “I won’t be long, baby. I promise. See ya soon, princess.” he finishes, cutting off the line as he rushes to his car.

Your body stiffens as the silence of your apartment hits you once more. You can’t waste time, though. So, you pack. You’re quick about it, too. You fill your biggest bag with toiletries, a change of clothes and sleepwear… and your coursework.

There’s no way you’ll be doing any work tonight, but you can at least pretend you’re functioning like normal. You can’t let this creep dictate your entire life, right? Maybe being with Oliver will actually keep you calm enough to actually get some of your work started.

Oli: I’m outside x

The black night sky makes your heart race as you walk out of your apartment. The winter cold is harsher in the bleak evenings. Your thin sweater isn’t enough to protect you from the air nipping at your skin.

It’s the least of your worries; all you can think about is the fact this stalker of yours could be watching you right now. It could be anyone. Someone from your class, someone you shared the elevator with, your next-door neighbour. The very thought makes your steps quicken. You’re hurrying to the elevator and bashing the button until it arrives. It’s the first time you’ve felt safe since you left your apartment, because you’re alone. But even then, your skin breaks into goosebumps as you look up at the CCTV camera in the corner.

You’ll never feel safe, not really.

You rush down the road when you see Oliver’s car in the distance. He honks, and it’s all you need to run to him. You’re running like an athlete, and it feels more humiliating than it should. You’re sure Oliver understands why you’re frightened; and you’re sure he won’t judge you for sprinting to the car. But, still, it feels pathetic.

You open the door roughly before you practically dive into the passenger seat. He moves out of the way a little as you throw your overnight bag into the back seat.

“Hey, you’re alright now. Yeah? I’ve got you.” he speaks softly, doing what he can to relax you. You almost melt into his touch as he tucks a hair behind your ear. You do, a little, your body almost melds to the plush leather seat. Your head falls backwards onto the head rest, and your lip begins to wobble. “Poor thing…” he sighs.

“D-Drive, please…” you say, voice weak and strained.

He nods, driving off towards the frat house.

“I wouldn’t worry, you know.” he tells you, putting his hand on your thigh as he drives slow and carefully. You don’t object to his advances, in fact, it’s a comfort to feel his warm hand on your bitter flesh. Even his rough thumb stroking your skin is a welcome feeling. “It’s probably your ex, princess.”

“You think so?” you wonder. “I don’t know… he didn’t take the breakup well, but—”

“You never know what people will resort to when they’re heartbroken, baby.” he tells you, uneven eyes focus on you even as he drives. It makes you nervous, but his calm demeanour forces you to ignore it. You trust him, wholly. “Plus, he knows he lost the best thing that’ll happen to him in his pathetic life.”

“… Oli.” you smile, looking down at your knees as you try to avoid his cocksure stare.

He doesn’t say another word for the rest of the journey.

You come face to face with Lacey as you walk through the grandiose double doors. You feel like a guest of honour as you enter the castle that Oliver Aiku reigns over. Everyone is filled with warm smiles and happy faces as you see them. But your expression in return is feeble. You try to smile, but you’re so downtrodden, and Lacey immediately knows why.

She doesn’t even care that you don’t say hello when you run by her on the stairs and hurry to Oliver’s room. Oliver remains at the bottom while he watches you flee.

“She got another call.” he informs your roommate.

“Fuck.” she hisses through her teeth as she looks back up the stairs. Her voice is filled with remorse as she thinks things through. “I shouldn’t have left her alone; I knew she was—”

“S’alright, Lace,” Oliver smiles, his pristine pearly whites instantly put her at ease. “You can’t be with her every second, don’t blame yourself.” his eyes are so warm and full of love, she sees it every time he talks about you. He’s good for you, she thinks. He’s so sweet about you and he’s crazy about you.

“Give her our best.” Eita tells him, putting a hand on Lacey’s shoulder as they descend the stairs. “We’re going to smoke in the garden.”

“Enjoy yourselves, kids.” Oliver smirks, winking at them before chasing after you.

He sees you making yourself comfortable in his room. You’re already undressed, and you don’t care that he can see you. He doesn’t dare look away, either. But you don’t mind. He watches as you put on the mismatched pyjamas you threw into your bag, and he sits beside you on the bed after you collapse backwards onto the mattress.

“I’m gonna change my number,” you whisper. “I should have done that in the first place…”

“Good idea.” he agrees. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his hand rest atop your head, his thumb delicately stroking your forehead again and again. He swears he sees you fall asleep for a second before you scare yourself awake with a too heavy breath. “Should we get you that pizza?”

You nod, lightly.

“I’d like that.”

He’s the perfect gentleman. You’re lucky to know Oli, you think. That’s how you feel anyway, as he watches you in silence while simultaneously encouraging your efforts in getting your schoolwork done.

He was kind, and he was helpful. Telling you that you could take a break or stop all together for the evening when your food arrived. And so, you spent a good while making notes and studying textbooks.

“Atta girl.” he winks at you, teasingly, when you begin to scribble down words onto pages. “I’m proud of you, baby, don’t let that idiot get under your skin.”

“Thanks Oli, I—” you’re cut off by the sound of your phone vibrating. You look over your shoulder and back to the desk you’ve been sitting at for the last 35 minutes. “O-Oli…” you whimper, showing him your phone.

He sets his own phone down on his bedside cabinet as he focuses on yours. It’s them. Oliver takes your phone, eyes furrowed as he debates whether to answer or not - choosing to answer brazenly. He puts it on loudspeaker, if only so you can confirm it is indeed the man who’s been harassing you endlessly.

The breaths are heavy but also stifled. It’s like he’s trying to control himself. He’s trying to be quiet. Oliver looks at you for answers, but you don’t have any for him. You haven’t got a single solitary clue on how to deal with these calls anymore.

Nothing works.

“Keep messing with her, I’ll fuck you up.” he says sternly. He eyes you up to make sure you’re listening to him. He wants you, needs you, to know he’s going to protect you at any cost. “We know who you are, so knock it the fuck off.”

He presses the big red disconnect button and puts your phone down beside you on the desk. He’s a little taken aback when you rush into his arms, your head resting on his firm chest while your arms wrap tightly around his torso. His hand comes down gently on the crown of your head and hear him emit a soft chuckle. You can’t see the small smile etching its way across his face, but you know it’s there.

“I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, okay?” he assures you. You feel like a different person, with him. It’s like you’re having an out of body experience when you find yourself lunging forward on your tippy toes to place your lips against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. Not right away, at least. He holds your shoulders after a few seconds go by. “Where did that come from?” he smirks.

“I don’t know, sorry… I just—” you’re interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. You back away a little, smiling. “Saved by the bell.” you joke.

“I’ll go,” he closes the gap between you again, bending down to capture your lips in a soft, chaste kiss once again. “Find a movie or something, anything you want.” he whispers against your skin before parting from you.

You shiver, slightly, after he closes the door behind himself. The rational side of you knows that you’re fine. Nothing bad is going to happen right now. But you can’t help feeling safer with Oli around.

Maybe that’s why you kissed him.

You’re just so grateful to him.

“We should prob’ly go to sleep.”

You nod, agreeing when you see the time tick tick ticking on the plain black clock above his desk. A few hours had passed since the most recent call. You didn’t even pick a movie, you ended up watching some silly gaming videos on YouTube while you ate together.

It was divine.

And you can’t deny the possibility that it tasted better with a smile on your face and good company.

You get under the covers, your body feeling warmer as you watch Oliver circle the bed to turn off the light. He’d decided to forgo wearing anything to cover his chiselled body, and you suspect he did it on purpose.

The room is plunged into darkness until he uses the flashlight on his phone to guide his way back to bed. The mattress sinks behind you as he gets under the covers, and you only just manage to suppress a yelp when he presses his body against yours. You could quite literally dissolve under the pressure.

He smirks against the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he kisses you there, a desperate mewl escaping you in an instant. His hand rests on the curve of your hip, though his thick fingers begin to sink into your malleable flesh. You can’t even bring yourself to protest as you feel him not so subtly nudge his hips into you. And you can feel him.

“Oli… w-we shouldn’t.” you say, softly, the desperation clinging to your tongue gives away your true feelings instantly. You shouldn’t? That’s your opinion, clearly, as a rough hand winds its way around your body and up the baggy unflattering t-shirt you’d decided to wear.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against the hairs standing on end on the back of your neck. Words formulating in your mouth crumble to pieces when he squeezes the supple flesh of your breasts, alternating between them like he’s deciding which is his favourite. He experimentally rolls one of your nipples between his finger and thumb, and he’s mesmerised by the sound you release and the way you back your ass up against his aching length. He offers his own breathy sound in response. It’s almost a gasp. “You like this?” he wonders aloud despite knowing.

And you could cry as you nod.

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched. Since you’ve been loved.

And why should you put your needs on hold just because you’re a little scared?

“What about just the tip, princess?” he mutters, you feel your panties soak through as gravelly words enter your ear canal. He’s that desperate. He needs you that badly that he’s prepared to settle for just the tip. “Don’t you get it? Don’t you understand how much I need you, baby?”

“We r-really shouldn’t…” you tell him.

Even through the material of the top you’re wearing, you feel his rock hard body pressed heavily into your back. His hard-on makes you dizzy, you may as well be drunk from how much the room is spinning as you do all you can to resist.

“But you want to.” he tells you. He moves you onto your back and cages you in. He brushes his bulging sweats into your heat, his head drooping as he feels so close but so far to what he’s always wanted. Since the very moment he set his sights on you, he wanted this. “I can feel you, princess. You can feel me too, yeah?” he asks.

“Y-Yes, Oli… I feel you.”

“So stop fightin’ it.” he commands, though there’s a level of desperation interlaced with his words. He pulls down his sweats and his cock springs free, slapping against his abs and leaving a sticky smear against his tensing muscles. You whimper when he repeatedly taps his cockhead against your clit, even through the layers you’re wearing to cover it. Your toes curl. “Just the tip, sweetheart. C’mon, for me… been waiting so long for this.”

You don’t even answer before he hooks deft fingers into the waistline of your shorts. He leaves your panties, though. And you yelp as his fingers tease the pretty lace covering your drippy folds. He hums, he moans as his fingers run along the clothed length of your slit.

“You’re fucking soaking, baby. You need this cock, please. Let me fuck you. Why are you tryna deny yourself of a good time?”

And with that, you find yourself nodding dumbly.

He growls at your muted answer. It’s all he needs. It’s all he fucking needs and he’s happy his odd coloured eyes even manage to pick up on the gesture even in the dark. Could he have imagined it? He doesn’t know, nor does he care when your legs spread open for him like a flower once he moves your panties aside. The dewiness is cold against the crease of your thigh, but it’s barely noticeable as Oli spits down on your pulsing clit.

“Just the tip, o-okay?” you stutter.

“Mmm,” he answers. He hisses as your tight cunt swallows him, practically sucking in the head of his cock as soon as your entrance feels him. His eyes lose focus for a second and his breathing is erratic.

It’s happening.

It’s really happening.

He almost loses balance, hands settling on your bent knees so he can stabilise himself. You’ve been playing so hard to get for so long. And even you aren’t sure why.

He cups your face as he lowers his body on top of yours. His lips slot against your own as he kisses you passionately, though he breaks it soon enough.

“’m sorry.” he apologises. And you’re confused, only for a moment, before you feel his full-length plunge into your unprepped walls. Your hands fly to his back, nails digging and scratching over beautiful musculature and marking him like he’s yours “You’re fucking tight, baby.” he chuckles, kissing you again as his hips begin to gyrate.

“Oli, I said—”

“Don’t care.” he argues, already knowing what you’re about to say. “You feel too good. So tight f’me, princess. ‘n I’m making you feel good, yeah? Let me fuck you, stop thinking and take it.” he tells you, hips snapping harder to accentuate his point.

“Nngh—!” you moan, your nails still claw and mark at his back. He chuckles, darkly, as you draw blood. He doesn’t care, not in the least. He hadn’t expected you to be like this, but he can’t say he isn’t enjoying it. He kisses your neck as his thrusts get deeper and harsher. You feel his lips curve as you clench around him tighter.

He’s found your spot.

That perfect spot deep inside of your perfect cunt.

Your tight walls that now he’s certain were made for him to fuck. He pulls out, and it’s so brief. But the way you’re whimpering tells him how much of a good girl you are. You’re trained without even needing to cum. You’ve never been fucked so good.

After all of the sex you had with your ex, you didn’t know missionary could feel like this.

Doggy was always your favourite because it was the only time you could really feel anything with him. But this… you can feel him in your fucking throat. Your mind is blank as he pounds into you again and again at an unrelenting pace.

“Who’s making you feel good?” he mumbles into your ear. You feel close to passing out when he nibbles on your earlobe right after. Your cunt clenches and he laughs because he swears if you do that again you might actually break his cock. “Who’s fucking you so good, hm? Tell me who’s making your pretty pussy purr.”

“Y-You!” you gasp. “Oli, please! Please don’t stop.” you wail.

You can’t even feel embarrassed at the thought of anyone hearing you. Not when he’s dangling your first penetrative orgasm right in front of your face like a donkey with a hanging carrot. You mumble his name like it’s a prayer as he batters into your g-spot as if it were his soul reason for living.

“Waited too fuckin’ long for this,” he admits, the scruff of his facial hair scratches your skin as he gives you a filthy, sordid tongue kiss whilst continuing to assault the button deep within that will lead to your eventual ruin. And it’s close. It’s so fucking close and the two of you can feel it. “First time you’ve been fucked properly. That pathetic ex of yours—”

“D-Don’t,” you warn him, having no desire talking about your potential stalker when you’re so close to reaching your peak.

He grabs your face and squeezes until your lips pucker for him. Your eyes widen as he stares into them. You will listen to what he has to say, he’s making damn sure of it.

“Had a perfect pussy right in his face ‘n he didn’t know what to do with her.” he smirks. “No wonder you didn’t want him anymore.”

“Oli,” you sob. “Oli, please.”

“But I can make you cum.” he tells you. He frees your face and holds his hands under the bends of your knees. You feel every breath in your lungs escape as he folds you in half. He can’t help but laugh, not quite at your expense but it feels like that regardless. Only because he’s shocked. He can’t believe such a simple change could have you cumming so quickly for him. “Good girl, that’s it, baby.” he praises you.

“Haah, hah, aaaah! O-Oli! Mmmpf—!” you gasp, creaming around him pathetically as he drills his length in and out of you.

“I’ll make you cum t-that hard. Every fucking time, princess.” he stutters as he nears his own end. He isn’t sure, but he’s almost certain he sees your eyes cross as you cum for him. God you’re such a slut. He can’t believe you’ve been acting so coy and hard to get for so long. You’ll be addicted, now. You won’t be able to get enough now that you’ve experienced what a good fuck can really do for you. “Fuck. Fuuuuu-ck…” he finishes, still thrusting into you.

The warmth you feel coat your insides has your self esteem at an all time high. And you hate how much of a simple-minded girl you really are. As if guys won’t cum in anything they stick their dicks in if given the chance. And, still, you feel so special that Oliver Aiku chose you to be his own personal cum dump for the night.

His sweet words and ability to make you unravel make you feel more meaningful to him than you really are. He kisses you repeatedly before collapsing by your side. His seed dribbles out of your spent cunt and, now, you feel disgusting. But it doesn’t take long for him to catch his breath and move to spoon you again. He puts his softening length back inside, intent on keeping you plugged up with the goal of falling asleep like this.

“T-Thank you… Oli…” you whisper.

He doesn’t speak.

But a sweet kiss on your shoulder is all you needed from him.

“Oliver.” you whisper.

He grunts in response, and that’s all. You consider saying his name again. You consider saying it a little louder this time so he’ll hear you. But instead, you drop it. If anything, it’s probably a blessing. You raise your head a little to check where all of your belongings are. If he’s so out of it that he can’t even respond to his name, you should take the chance to sneak out before anyone can tease you about your antics.

You’re expecting an earful from Lacey. She’ll want to talk about every sordid detail. And, truthfully, you’d rather die. You’re embarrassed. You’re ashamed of yourself for even having sex on your mind when you’re dealing with a stalker.

The thought of the other guys seeing you is filling you with embarrassment, too. You know already without even seeing them that everyone knows what you did. You were so loud, both of you were. And in the moment, you didn’t care. Oliver didn’t either, but he’ll wake up not caring too.

Guys that hadn’t heard you fucking will have definitely been told by now. You’ll be greeted by smirks and torment on your way out of the frat. You should have known this would end up happening. It’s been obvious how much Oliver wanted this for a long time, and you held off, but last night you were weak.

So weak, and now you want to runaway from the scene of the crime.

You’re taken aback as you try and get out of bed but you’re pulled straight back into Oliver’s arms.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” he asks.

Fuck.

As if he couldn’t get any sexier, of course his morning voice is hot. It’s coarse and rugged and you instinctively melt back into his arms. You’ll tell him. You will tell him that you’re leaving. Right after you grind on him a little bit.

Just a little bit.

“I h-have to go,” you lie. “I’ve got things to do, Oli.”

“Mmm, don’t care. Got morning wood, feel it?” he asks. His arm snakes around your body and his palm flattens against your stomach so that your ass is pressed against his erection once again. “Can’t go ‘til you do something about it.”

“Oli I, aah, fu—! N-Not fair…” you mewl as his fingers dip into your panties and his fingers begin to play with your silky clit.

“Suck me off.” he commands, his touches on your clit become lighter and lighter until he stops completely. “I’ll finger you ‘til you’re droolin’ if you suck this cock f’me, princess.” he stuffs his wet fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself. It catches you off guard, and you sputter around them. But as he continues to finger fuck your face, you begin to mewl around his thick digits. “Good girl, just suck my cock like that.”

He reaches behind his head and throws a pillow to the ground for you. He lifts you so you’re facing him, and can’t quite believe how seamlessly he manages to carry and move you exactly where he wants.

And then you remember, he’s experienced.

He sits on the edge of the bed whilst your legs are wrapped around his waist as you make out. He bites your lip and encourages you to drop to the ground. You nod, reluctantly, worried that you won’t be able to give the performance he’s hoping for.

But regardless, he watches as you move the pillow across the floor and between his feet so you can kneel on it.

You whimper a little as your legs widen as you kneel, feeling last nights ejaculate slowly drip out of you and onto his fresh, pristine pillow. He doesn’t care, though. His dick is soaked from your cunt and his pre. And it’s all you can think about as he lightly slaps it against your nose and lips.

Your jaw loosens and your mouth is a perfect ‘O’ shape for him to slot into. His fingers lace through your hair as he slowly lowers you onto his cock. You hadn’t noticed in the dark, but he’s uncircumcised. You’ve never seen a dick like his before.

Your hand wraps around his length as you take him into your mouth, but you soon pull away again. You can’t believe how much easier it is to work someone with foreskin.

He smirks, seeing the thoughts go through your head. He’s so sensitive and receptive and you’re clueless. He’s practically putty in your hands and yet you think he’s the one in control. You’re so cute and naïve.

He loves girls like you.

“Suck it, princess.” he commands. “S’not a toy, y’know. Suck my dick clean.”

You clear your throat before sinking down onto his length once again, finding a steady rhythm to suck and lick and take him down your throat. He’s average length, but he’s girthy. It’s hard to take, honestly. Compared to your pencil-dicked ex, your eyes are watering and you’re doing anything and everything not to choke or gag.

He sees it, too, he’s got a perfect view as he tugs at your hair to make sure you’re keeping eye contact with him as you suck him dry.

“That’s a good slut,” he smirks through a heavy breath. “Take this dick, jus’ like that…” he continues.

Your thighs squeeze together as he degrades you. You don’t like it, you don’t like that you’ve become a slut after being his princess. But at the same time, you love it. You want to hear it again. So you take him deeper. And deeper.

“Such a dumb girl letting that loser ex of yours stick his dick in you.” he says, licking his lips as he pushes your head lightly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as the pressure of his hand intensifies until your nose brushes against brunette curls, and then squishes against his pubis. “And now he’s stalking you… what do you think he’d do if he knew you were sucking this cock?” he asks, his voice breathy and desperate as his hips start to buck.

You try to pull away, but the barely trying effort of his hand keeping you in place is somehow stronger. He coos as you stutter, struggling to breathe through the desperation.

“Breathe through your nose, stupid.” he tells you. “Good cock makes pretty girls like you real dumb.” he smiles.

He yanks at your hair until you’re fully removed from his cock. Pre and dribble pools from your mouth as you gasp desperately. You want to be mad at him, you want to tell him not to speak to you like that.

But you can’t.

Not when his lips are on yours and you feel yourself getting off from the idea of him tasting himself on your tongue. You’re breathless and out of words when he breaks it momentarily, and the sound of tacky masturbation is like a tidal wave in your ears.

“My pretty little slut, aren’t you?” he asks, kissing you again before you can answer. You can’t answer when your head is so empty. Is that really what you are? It doesn’t matter, you suppose. He’s already decided for you. “God, don’t you have any self-respect? Don’t you think you deserve better than being a stupid slut for me?”

His face contorts as he jerks himself harder and faster. You’re too busy thinking about his question to notice, though. You suck his tip into your mouth before he forces you away. His intimidating glare telling you that he’s looking for an answer this time.

“M-Maybe…” you pout, eyes wet and wide as you wonder aloud. Do you deserve better? Isn’t this all your good for? He’ll keep you safe, at least. He seems to like you more than any other girl on campus. He’s the best fuck you’ve ever had and you’re way more into him than you’d ever let on.

And just the as word leaves your lips, he’s moaning boisterously. Your face painted in white, pearly cum. A showing of just how much worth you have in his eyes. It feels almost endless as he gives you a full facial, hissing as it drips from your eyelash and into your eye.

He scrapes some of it from your face and force feeds it into your mouth.

You’re disgusting, too, because you suck without question.

“Fuck, you’re nasty.” he laughs. He lifts you up from the ground and tosses you onto the bed with little care. You almost want to cry from the stinging sensation you feel in your eye. You should have left when you had the chance. Instead you’re starting off the morning and Oliver Aiku’s cum rag. You don’t feel much better when he throws your shorts at you. “Clean yourself up.”

You try your best, focusing the material around your eye area as you try to do some sort of damage control. You see him tuck his dick into his sweats with your unaffected eye, and he swaggers towards the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” you ask.

“I’ll get you a towel, wait here.” he tells you.

He hastens down the stairs and walks into the kitchen. The frat is bare, he suspects most of the guys must still be in bed. Though as soon as he rounds the corner, he notices Eita sitting at the kitchen table. They share a knowing smirk, silently celebrating the fact that Oliver finally got what he wanted out of you.

Oliver pours himself a bowl of cereal, leaning against the counter as he crunches it between his teeth. Eita looks up from his phone after a few moments of silence and finally speaks.

“Did you fuck her, then? Or—”

“Fucked her stupid. ‘n she sucked me off this morning.” he smirks, slurping the milk on his spoon as he thinks about your pretty face covered in his seed. “All thanks to you, my friend.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eita laughs, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and igniting it with a lighter from his pocket.

“No no, really, thank you.” he laughs, “I got to be her knight in shining armour when you called her last night. She was so easy to fuck after that.” he grins, holding a fist out for him to bump. Eita chuckles, trading which hand holds his cigarette before returning the gesture.

“You’re such a sick fuck.” Eita laughs, scrolling through his phone. “Look,” he shows his screen to Oliver. He can only laugh when he sees yet another article about the psycho serial killer that has made your anxiety worse than it already would be with a stalker on the loose.

“I’m not the one killing girls, am I?” Oliver comments, “Just scaring one girl with some heavy breathing.” he shrugs.

Even he isn’t twisted enough to think whoever this local serial killer is isn’t completely fucked up. But he can’t deny that it started happening at the perfect time. After he set his plan in motion to be your stalker. After he planted a seed in your mind that he’d always be there for you if you needed him. He’d always protect you no matter what happened, and he wasn’t about to let this stalker get to you.

You fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. You’re even starting to suspect your stupid limp dick ex because he told you to suspect him. Oliver Aiku, the guy who’s always around when you need him most. The guy who’s always just a phone call or text message away. The guy who’s always offered to be by your side and jump in harms way to protect you.

Oliver wasn’t even on your radar.

Perfect Oliver.

Sweet Oliver.

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| This is based off the Blue Lock arc. You are the U-20's Manager. | This will not include Sae or Ryusei (Sorry!!) |

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Stepping into this field of work you never would have guessed how draining but equally exciting it was. At first becoming to Japan's U-20 Manager alongside that old geezer you tried your best to stay out of their way. With your looks it wasn't exactly easy. They let their gazes linger a few times, You even shook hands with a few, Like Teppei, Oliver, Teru, And Miroku. You tried your best to stay out of their way and just help the men with whatever they needed.

Of course they said a few words in the locker room. How you were cute, quiet, not polite enough to speak properly or introduce yourself Like you ever could. After winning a match you made sure they ate well until something touched your wrist, It was a hand that grabbed it. It was Oliver "You should eat with us, I'm sure you worked hard." He said with a smile. You scanned their faces, They were all awaiting eagerly for a reply. You agreed just wanting to keep them up in their spirits and not spoil their victories.

It was quiet. Dead quiet. The silence was killing you, You looked around, Most eyes were looking away from you Purposely . But Itsuki seemed to just stare at you from across the table. His big and wide eyes staring at you, You smiled a gentle smile in his direction and he smiled back slightly. Breaking the silence you asked him.. "So, Why do you like to play soccer?" He looked at you for a moment and replied. " 'Dunno, Just felt like it.." His tone was sad he wasn't looking at you either. His face hot and a shade of pink. Well that wasn't much to go on. You finished your food quickly and walked off waving to them.

After you had left the room he let out a huge sigh. He was holding his breath the whole time, Some of his teammates snickered others grunted in annoyance. "Lucky itsuki..Why does he get your favor? Maybe I'll have to sit in front of her.." Then, Teru rushed up from his seat leaving his plate as he held a huge grin on his face. he caught up with you and walked next to you. "Not even a goodbye?" He asked playfully. You flashed him a grin and his heart did a flip. "Sorry Kitsuneza-" "Teru!" He interrupted. You looked at him as you turned a corner, "You're sure?" "Of course!" he replied happily. "Sorry for not saying goodbye teru, This is where I'll be tonight, I'll see you tomorrow..Train hard!" You reached out to shake your hand, he took and and threw you into a hug. "Goodnight Coach Y/n!" He walked off happily. You walked into your quarters and began for night.

As teru rounded the corner back to the dinner hall he was met with a few pissed off faces. "Not cool Teru." Hayate said. "What? I was just walking her to room! I'm being friendly to my coach-" Oliver cut him off saying "Teru's right, If we wanna get her attention it's up to the lucky one who get's there first." Everyone shakes their head "Yes" and walks off to their room.

Sendo couldn't help but feel obsessed already, He was listening to you and Teru talking. The way you moved, the way you smiled, every movement..He was enamored. If he wanted a "Glamour idol." Well he's got one in front of him..He just has to beat his team to it..But how?? Gifts? What would you even like? Acts of some kind of service?? But what and how?? Touch..? Nonononono. He's the ace he'll pull it off.

So then it began. From a quiet and quick job from listening to all the members, Reading Buddhist chants with Miroku, listening to teppei talk, and do teru's hair! Oliver tried to impress you with his skills with other women Not many bu you had no interest in that.

One time after a hard match they had won Sendo's hair was messed up and sweaty. You walked up to him and he froze, You moved the messed up strands for him and he froze in his place your hands gliding over his hair to part it the way he always had it. "...Thank you."

"Sure thing! Happy I could help." You turned around to notice all their eyes on you and your touch on him. They looked at you like they were waiting for their turn. Like they had Earned your touch . You sighed, Not wanting to break their spirit. And they did do a good job.. You helped with their sweaty messy hair with some dry shampoo and few combs. With hayate's height he had to sit down while you reached to brush the front of his hair perfectly up. Your chest in his face he was frozen in excitement reading all your moves with his hair.

Thus began the never ending cycle, Learning the teams interests and excitements. Going out places with them, Celebrations, training. You cheering for them..It made them excited and wanting to do their best. You were theirs..All theirs.

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henlooo!! i read ur post abt manipulator kaiser and oliver. (i’m already 20 btw) what would be their reaction if their foreign!s/o tries to escape from them and go home to their country? would they hunt them down or would they just let them go?

hello hello haha 🤗 tbh I've only thought about Kaiser with a foreign darling so far because that really tickles me - but Oliver as well? Interesting thought 👀

word count: 1k goes with this thirst post here

tags: yandere, emotional manipulation

I think neither one is the 'hunting down' type (Shidou or even Barou, however...) - but Kaiser, in my opinion, will not hesitate to utilize his fame. Soccer is really popular here in Germany and I know a fair share of players and their partners even though I am absolutely not invested in the Bundesliga and the likes. You leaving and in such an abrupt way? Basically overnight? That's going to be all over the yellow press, no doubt. He is one of Germany's best players and he won't have to lift a finger to get all eyes on your 'break-up' (Of course they don't know that you basically fled, don’t know what he’s really like behind the scenes-). The media circus will be a lot for you. You'll definitely have to go private or even delete all your socials because of the sheer amount of hate you will get (if he let you run your own, of course. He might just be the type to insist on him curating those for you, never mind the fact that you could be located through those). Your face is all you see the moment you open any European news site, aside from the more serious ones. The media will most likely smear you - and maybe even turn on you fully once Kaiser drops a few calculated words. Everyone will speculate why you left like you did, will try to analyze yours and Kaiser’s relationship until they’ve found a plausible reason. You’re better off ditching the internet or the media all together for a little while. As for Kaiser, would he ask you for forgiveness, knock on your door one night or just straight up snatch you up? Oh, no. He's too proud for that, even though he is positively seething. He's angry, first and foremost, angry that you could be so ungrateful, that you would just leave him, a goddamn superstar. You were supposed to worship him like the rest of them, not run for the hills the moment he got a little too comfortable. But I can actually see Ness sniffing your location out and paying you a tearful visit, harping on your feelings, telling you how much of a mess Kaiser is without you, how he can be so difficult but, really, he only acted the way he did because he loves you- He’ll put on his sweetest face, the biggest teary eyes. When you don't fall for it, he will turn downright nasty and berate you for it, threaten you. Don't you know what level of influence Kaiser has, how much money he has to waste? You think some measly borders will stop that? He can turn your life into hell even from a continent away, you'll see. Ness will play the errand boy for Kaiser happily - and he'll mean every word he'll say. Disloyalty towards Kaiser is just something he won’t stand. I think he'd leave you to mull over it - waiting to see if you can be scared into crawling back. But if you still don’t come back, Kaiser will make Ness’ threats come true until you do, paranoid and destitute. He can absolutely pull some strings - and he will.

Oliver doesn't have the same tools available to him - not that he isn't famous, just not as much as Kaiser - your break-up will probably be picked up by some tabloids and fans online but it won't make the waves it does with Kaiser. But forcing you back with his influence is not his style, anyways. No, Oliver will make you take him back. Willingly. I think he'd grin and bear the ‘break-up’, on the outside. He won't lose his cool over this, even though it's bothering him a lot. He'll throw himself into his work, his team, keeps that laissez-fair attitude as if his life depends on it. I don't see him as the type to come up with an intricate plan to get you back but he'll let you cool off a little and bets on your poor, little brain smoothing things over for him in retrospect. He won't pick up anyone during this time to get back at you or to make you jealous - he'll be on his best behavior, won't be mentioning the 'break-up' anywhere, won't utter a word of contempt into your direction, won't even go out to party that much. For his standards, he's turning into somewhat of a golden boy - but it really is just a ploy. To make you see how much you've changed him. To make you see how heart-broken he is. Due to his charade, you’ll probably think yourself safe - until he turns up at your door one day, with the biggest apologetic smile on his face. It’s so jarring, it actually stuns you into silence. He’ll show you just how much of a talker he can be - for hours and hours he’ll lay it on thick, won’t spare a single, oh-so-sad detail. And it’s so easy to let yourself fall for his charms again - it wasn’t all that bad, right? You’ve loved him, still kind of do - the old wounds have scarred over, the pain long gone. And with the way he eyes you, still tired from his travels, like some kicked puppy, his attention solely focused on you... You can feel a familiar tug at your heart again and before you know it, you find yourself doubting your past self. Maybe you just overreacted at times? Maybe you could have poured yourself more into the relationship, could have given him more - shown him just how much you loved him. It’s an ugly feeling of doubt, of uncertainty, of longing. Before you know it, you’ll see the relationship through a different lense and him in a much softer light - how lucky you are, then, that he is here to stay for a little while, just until you can sort your feelings out. And this time, he’s serious - and willing to show you with a shiny ring on your finger.

[shaisuki]

# BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

DATE UPDATED: 12/22/24

— NAGI SEISHIRO

# A CHANGE OF HEART

— ITOSHI SAE

# A TASTE OF HOME

# ANGEL OF MINE

# SMUT DRABBLE (1)

# SMUT DRABBLE (2)

— ITOSHI RIN

# CHILDHOOD FRIEND! RIN

# DEVOURING FEELINGS

# CONSUMED DESIRES

# RIN GASLIGHTING YOU

# A CLAIM FOR NEED

# A FEATHERY SURPRISE

— MIKAGE REO

# WHAT MONEY CAN BUY

# I PROMISE, I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU

# CAN'T LOOK TO WHAT'S MINE

# “JUST FOR ME, PLEASE.”

# THE EXTENSIONS OF MY DEVOTION

# ASSURANCE OF A SECRET

# REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

— EGO JINPACHI

# EGO MEETS HUMBLE

# HATEFUCKING

— BACHIRA MEGURU

# LOVEFOOL

— MICHAEL KAISER

# A DEITY'S CHOSEN ONE

# BED OF ROSES

# CONTESTED CRAVINGS

— ALEXIS NESS

# CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU

— BAROU SHOUEI

# BEAST BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

# DRY HUMPING DRABBLE

— YUKIMIYA KENYU

# YUKKI SMUT DRABBLE

— NOEL NOA

# FINDING OUT THAT NOEL NOA IS MARRIED

— OLIVER AIKU

# A EMPTY CUP FOR YOU TO FILL

— MULTI CHARACTERS

# BLLK BOYS REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY S/O SAYING THEIR NAME WHILE ASLEEP

# ITOSHI BROTHERS REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY S/O WANTING TO BREAK-UP

# ITOSHI BROTHERS SETTLING DOWN WITH THEIR CHUBBY S/O

# BLLK BOYS COMFORTING THEIR INSECURE CHUBBY S/O

# BLLK BOYS WITH A DANCER S/O

# YANDERE KAISER AND SAE REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY S/O HAVING A FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE

# BLLK BOYS REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY S/O KISSING THEM AND RUNNING AWAY

# BLLK BOYS THAT ADORES BIG GIRLS

# BLLK BOYS KIDNAPPING THEIR CHUBBY S/O AFTER REJECTING THEM

# BLLK BOYS REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY S/O WEARING THEIR COLOGNE

# NOEL AND EGO FIGHTING OVER THEIR CHUBBY PHYSIOTHERAPIST INTERN

[byalexisness]

☆daddy issues

Oliver Aiku x gn! reader

another idea from pookie @ringasm :3

content warning: yandere themes, reader has problems with their father, emotional manipulation, reader falls in love way too fast, implied stalking, suggestive, oliver has a daddy/sir kink lol???, kind of begging kink if you squint

along with otoya eita, aiku oliver was one of the best known players of your university.

honestly, it wasn't hard for him to be. he was attractive as hell. those heterochromatic eyes could make anyone, man or woman, fall under his spell. their deep shades of purple and green were so alluring that, even if you didn't want to fall, the second you met them, you were swooped under a spell.

the dark stubbles on his chin and around his upper lip were also adding to his attractive appearance. even if you didn't like facial hair on men, he still managed to look good with it.

but what made everyone fall for him the most was his attitude. you see, maybe to his teammates he seemed like nothing but an arrogant, cocky bastard, but in university he was known for being sweet and caring (while being arrogant and cocky).

you were sure you wouldn't fall for him, no, it wasn't possible. he was a well-known player, both at soccer and with girls, it would be stupid for you to fall for him.

however, when you found yourself being dragged in the same friendgroup as him because your best friend had a crush on his roomate and best buddy, otoya, you found it hard to ignore him.

the accidental touches, the small, cocky smiles, the way he always said 'take care of yourself' or 'be careful', how he was always overprotective when it came to you, all of these and many more things made you feel...safe. they brought you comfort. it filled the void that was always present in you.

he filled the fatherly role that wasn't in your life.

unconsciously, oliver modeled himself into your father figure. he unwillingly filled the space in your heart that longed for a father, for one's love. you were sure he didn't do anything intentional, it wouldn't be possible to do something like this intentionally.

or, at least you thought so.

but you were wrong. oliver aiku did all of this intentionally. he knew you had problems with your parents and that you lacked your father's attention and affection, even if he was physically present.

how did he know?

well, you'd be surprised how many people he bribed asked to know more about you. and the fact that your best friend likes otoya made it easier for him. a date with otoya was all it took for him to gain all the information he needed.

it was hard to resist him and oliver knew it. he knew he got you under his spell easily, he knew that you fell in love with him because of how caring he acts around you.

that's why he found it very easy to have you in his lap.

while you were dragged by your best friend to his and eita's apartment, 'hanging' out as usual—which consisted in her being all over otoya while you looked at your phone, or taking shy looks when you thought oliver wasn't paying attention.

however, when otoya and your best friend left 'to the supermarket'—in reality, to you and your best friend's shared apartment, you found yourself stuck with oliver. and, when you made up some stupid excuse that you had to leave, he quickly caught up and pulled you on his lap, knees on either of his sides and arms drapped around his neck.

"now, now, where's the hurry, little one?" he cooed as he saw your body tensed in his lap, his hands casually gripping your hips and pressing your bodies together. the nickname made you squirm as you felt a warmth in your heart. "we are all alone, the apartment for ourselves...why hurry away?"

"i-...o-oliver, i h-have to-..." you were about to say but the click of his tongue instantly shut you up, along with his lips getting close to yours.

"that's no way to address to the one you love, is it? come on, i know how you view me." he said seductively and leaned closer to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "i know you want me to act like your father. i know you want me to be your fatherly figure. come on, don't be shy sweetie. call me daddy." his sultry voice erupted a whine frok you and you shakily obliged, the words 'please, daddy' rolling off your tongue mindlessly as you stared at his lips when he pulled back to look at your face.

"please what, my little one? tell me, use your words." oliver whispered as his thumb brushed over your lower lip. he already knew what you wanted, you wanted a kiss. you wanted him and he knew it. "say it."

"p-please...a kiss..." you whimpered as you looked into his heterochromatic eyes.

and with that, he smashed his lips against yours into a passionate kiss and you fully melted in his arms, just like he expected.

now, oliver had you exactly where he wanted you.

and he wasn't going to let you go.

ever.

you were his and only his. his baby, his love, his to care for, his to demolish. his.

[xkseii]

⎮The magnificent bird and the golden cage⎮

⏤ Including → 18+ content

⏤ Warnings → implied yandere's behaviour, protectiveness, mention of violence, implied manipulation, unhealthy relationship

⏤ Summary → Who is the magnificent bird in the gold cage, and who keeps him locked there.

Part 1 → Alexis Ness, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku & Julien Loki

✖︎ You are the magnificent golden pheasant, and he's the falconer.

✷ Despite his angelic face, Alexis Ness is more twisted than you thought. He hates not being in control or being able to see what you're doing and with whom.

✷ He needs to know everything, so he can protect you, even though he is aware that you can defend yourself fairly well. You are his treasure, the most beautiful bird, and he's convinced that you can't survive in the wild without him.

✷ Alexis has the habit of keeping you close, whether it's having your hand in his, an arm around your waist, or simply holding your sleeve. To function properly, he needs to feel your presence near him.

✷ It is also the same reason why he goes everywhere with you, to all his matches, even if it's in another country, he threatens the coach to not play if you aren't here. Whenever he gets out, you are by his side, and the paparazzi are always excited to take new pictures of you two.  

✷ The staff and his teammates are used to his behaviour, but they can't help but have chills going down their spines when Alexis glares at them just because they manage to catch your attention.

✷ Don't get him wrong, though, he has been and always will be the sweetest and kindest with you. And he will never let you see his more twisted side of himself, you only see him as protective of you.

✷ Alexis absolutely adores you.

✖︎ You locked yourselves together in a golden cage.

✷ Michael Kaiser has always been greedy and arrogant, along with being crazily possessive.

✷ It is what scared most of his past partners away, so he tried to keep it down when you got together. But one day, after someone tried to flirt with you in front of him, he snapped and did something unimaginable.

✷ He knew it was over between you from that moment, when he showed his true colours. And yet, you only smiled sweetly, helping him hide his mistake and continued on with your life. To say he was confused, was an understatement.

✷ Though, he understood why, not so long after. As he never imagined that you could be as bad, if not worse than him, especially when you almost bashed someone's head open publicly. Man did it gave him butterflies.

✷ You complete each other, he is on the aggressive side and takes his time, savouring it, while you are more manipulative and tend to end things quickly. He may have jokingly said in one of his interviews “we are a match made in hell”, the journalists far from knowing how true it was.

✷ Still, you keep a good appearance publicly, and many fans of his see you as the perfect couple. And Kaiser never misses an opportunity of showing you off, only making the fans love your dynamic even more.

✷ Everything will be fine for you, as long as nobody comes snooping around your shared house.

✖︎ You are the wild bird who tamed his own falconer, and he ended up in the golden cage.

✷ Oliver Aiku has always been a womanizer, and never really cared about his past relationship. Despite his tendencies to flirt left and right, he never cheated in his life and promised himself to never do. As long as it stays a flirt, for him, it was alright.

✷ Until he starts to go out with you. Not only you had a strong personality, but you were such a good flirt that you managed to make him go out with you. Which, was an accomplishment for someone like him.

✷ Unfortunately for Oliver, you were a bit spiteful sometimes. And after telling him multiple times that you hated seeing him flirt with people in front of you, you started doing the same.

✷ The more he would do it, the less time you would spend with him and end up hanging out with other people. It didn't disturb him, or he never noticed, until he got out to buy something and saw you with another person, chuckling as they held your forearm, and boy, he lost his mind.

✷ Suddenly, he was all over you, by your side all the time, never looking at anyone else but now. The more he pays attention to you, the more he would get rewarded with love and affection. You had him wrapped around your fingers.

✷ And then, it became uncontrollable. He needed and desired with all his heart for you to be his one and only, going as far as taking care of the ones standing in his way. This calm and calculative man turned into a much more dangerous character. He would do anything if it means that you will be his, and no one else's.

✷ He would purposely mix up your clothes, steal some of your accessories, send messages to you when he knew that you were with friends, and delete contacts on your phone or pictures from people he found too close to you. The only person you needed to be close to, was him.

✷ He couldn't live without you anymore.

✖︎ You are the falconer, and he is the tamed eagle.

✷ Julien Loki is the sweetest man you have ever met.

✷ He is kind and caring, so soft and delicate with you, whatever he's doing. Despite being rather demanding with his teammates, he never shouted or ordered anything in your presence.

✷ To say Julien Loki was a sweetheart is an understatement.

✷ Everyone, teammates, staff, and fans were always admiring your relationship, seeming so perfect. Yet, it was far from the truth, on the common norms, standards, and expectations at least.

✷ While Julien was considered perfect, you were the complete opposite. Aggressive, manipulative, perfectionist and intimidating, most traits that a person shouldn't have, or not to this extent, at least. And yet, Julien was head over heels for you.

✷ He knew how you were when he started dating you, you have been honest about it, and told him that choosing you would be the worst decision of his life. But he never regretted it. For him, this relationship was his safe space, only filled with joy and bliss.

✷ With you, he loved not being in charge, not being seen as a prodigy, he was just a normal human being. Leaving everything to you, he trusts you immensely and knows better than to disobey. He follows you around like a puppy, trusts you with his diet, and lets you take care of him whenever he is sick or injured.

✷ Despite how unhealthy it is, as he knows that if you ever decide to, you could cut him off from the world completely. He relishes in this peace he found, and never would go back on his words, that you were the best decision of his life.

✷ If one day, you do decide to hide him from the world, he won't complain. He only needs you.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

[milaisreading]

BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

New masterlist since the old one had to be deleted. If someone could help me retrieve the links to some of my stories, I would be very greatful

Requests and rules

Hetalia masterlist

Get to know me

Crossdresser!Yn masterlist

Christmas special BLLK

World 5 masterlist

1. Yandere!Sae Itoshi x Reader (Halloween special 🎃)

2. Plushie incident in the morning

3. Random Blue Lock headcanons

4. Random Blue Lock scenarios pt1 / Random Blue Lock scenarios pt2

5. Blue lock characters as simps

6. Manager has a crush

7. A sick Reo

8. Manager meets the other players

9. A day off (Post U-20)

10. Manager goes away for 3 weeks / Manager goes away for 3 weeks pt2

11. Jersey numbers dilemma

12. Manager Yn and Ego's shenanigans

13. Kaiser, Ness, Oliver, and Sae

14. A family's misunderstanding

15. The manager has a type?! / The manager has a type?! Pt2

16. Fights over a jacket

17. Bus seat

18. A manager who needs football instructors

19. Of arguments and kiss-cams

20. Out on a date

21. Fan service

22. A creepy fan

23. Keychains

24. Yn merch

25. Caught in the middle (ReoxYnxNagi)

26. Misunderstandings (Itoshi Sae x Yn)

27. Toddler-sized manager?!

28. Manager Yn at Hakuho High

29. Baby Niko!!

30. Jersey issues (KaiserxYnxNess)

31. Toddler Kaiser

32. Of fake rumors and... dates?

33. Toddler Ness / Toddler Ness pt2

34. Since when are we engaged?! (Itoshi Sae x Yn)

35. Japan U-20 toddlers

36. It's our girlfriend (Bachira Meguru x Yn)

37. A bad day for the manager

38. Manager Yn being a fangirl

39. Shidou's girlfriend?!

40. Amnesia

41. Manager out and about with Oliver Aiku

42. Exes

43. Who is Toddler manager's favorite?!

44. Shark boy in lover (Kurona Ranze x Yn)

45. Celebratory date (Karasu Tabito x Yn)

46. Blue Lock 11 kindergarten

47. Overworked manager

48. That's my brother...

49. Toddler manager learned a new word... /

Toddler manager learned a new word... pt2

50. Toddler manager's day with Lorenzo

51. Some words of encouragement

52. Yandere Kainess

53. When Itoshi Sae visited Blue Lock

54. The clumsy and the simp

55. Another Yandere!Kainess

56. Meet the family

57. A jealous Sae

58. A week away (ft. World 5)

59. Toddler shenanigans

60. Meet the boyfriend (Leonardo Luna x Itoshi!Reader)

61. Sae the guard dog (Sae Itoshi x Isagi sister!Reader)

62. Misunderstandings and confessions (Sae Itoshi x Isagi sister!Reader)

63. 5th times the charm? (Valentine's Day special. Sae Itoshi x Isagi's sister!Reader)

64. Valentine's Day special! (Manager!Yn x Blue Lock/Japan U-20)

65. She likes a boy? (Fem!Sae Itoshi x Isagi's sister!Reader)

66. Sae and Yn as toddlers (Isagi's sister!Yn AU)

67. Wedding day (Isagi's sister!Yn x Sae)

68. Isaness fanfic

[pparadiselost]

KINKTOBER 2023

.*・｡ﾟwild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

⤍ MINORS DNI. general blog rules still apply. please read the summaries and tagged warnings given for each fic before proceeding. some fics may contain dead dove/dark content. read at your own discretion.

⤍ on a more personal note: thank you everyone for your patience! i know i did drop off the face of the earth for five months, but i’m back to kick things off again with a splash! i’ve worked hard to participate in kinktober this year, so i hope you all will enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

⤍ all prompts used were provided by @/kinktober2023 through this post. i have modified some for my own personal comfort.

.*・｡ﾟcan it be sin to know, can it be death?

day one (roleplay)—le premier jour.

good cop, bad cop. (oliver aiku x fem reader)

oliver has a thing for play-pretend.

warning(s): corrupt cop x criminal dynamic, roleplay, blowjob, sexual transaction

day two (titfucking)—le deuxième jour.

by the heart. (miya atsumu x fem reader)

atsumu's courage is commendable, even if a little misplaced.

warning(s): slight femdom

day three (hate sex)—le troisième jour.

ordinary. (suna rintaro x fem reader)

suna is no one special to you, but he doesn't mind.

warning(s): hate sex, sexual transaction, slight revenge porn, being filmed without consent, suna spanks you once

day four (sweat)—le quatrième jour.

carnal. (sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader)

sakusa can't get enough of you, pushing past the point of disgust.

warning(s): dubcon, slight yandere sakusa

day five (noncon)—le cinquième jour, le dernier jour.

crying wolf. (werewolf michael kaiser x red riding hood fem reader)

clichés always hold a grain of truth to them.

warning(s): noncon, murder of an uninvolved character, breeding, knotting

+ more fics tba.