#yandere takuto maruki

[random-and-average]

Yandere Maruki Takuto Headcanons

Author's Note: What can I say? I simp for the clumsy man with the messiah complex. (Actually, I just simp for a good amount of the Confidant cast because you cannot tell me that Ryuji, Akechi, Haru, Joker, Yusuke, and Iwai wouldn't treat their loved one right. Do I have a problem? Maybe.)

Content Warning(s): Mentions of psychological manipulation, possible OOC Maruki

Regardless of how you met him, Maruki will always cherish you

Rain or shine, you can guarantee that he will do everything in his power to make you as happy as you make him—which is an amount that cannot possibly be quantified due to the fact that you make him so extraordinarily and immensely joyous

(And when I mean everything in his power, I truly mean everything in his power, but I’ll address that point later)

Even if the two of you are polar opposites, he will try his best to make you smile in his own way

I’d like to imagine that he’s a hopeless romantic too

While his career field usually makes one more practical and pragmatic, Dr. Maruki still holds onto the dream of being able to share an idealized romance with someone

Because of this, he’ll often write letters and poems professing his love for you, even though you two might already be in a relationship

Romantic dinners are a frequent occurrence, and they’ll either be at a place that is very expensive, significant to the two of you, or well-known for serving your favorite type of food

Just imagine that you want fried chicken, and he takes you out for some gourmet place that serves the best fried chicken you ever had in your life

Obviously, he always pays the bill

In fact, you never get to see the final price of the meal because he refuses to let you see the bill in the first place

Don’t worry though! He doesn’t mind the price

Seeing your face light up in delight makes the cost of the food completely worth it

There’s only one problem: he likes keeping all of this a secret from you in order to surprise you, but his clumsy disposition often results in you finding out anyway

In a perfect world, you would wake up to an eloquent letter—filled with nothing but compliments and thanks—right beside your pillow; though in actuality, Maruki trips on air and faceplants onto the ground with his letter in hand, waking you up immediately and spoiling the surprise

(In that situation, he prepares an amazing breakfast as an apology despite any protests from you that he doesn’t have to apologize)

When it comes to comforting you (and, if needed, providing advice), Maruki never fails to make to feel better as he’ll go out of his way to make the space comfortable for you before sitting next to you and listening to whatever is troubling you

If you prefer him to comfort you physically, he’ll give you all the hugs and cuddles you want until you feel better

Unless he has to deal with something extremely important, his time will be entirely dedicated to you and reducing your sorrow

(Although, it’d be important to note that advice he will provide might be a bit biased)

On another note, you can bet that he will always have your favorite snacks and candy on hand

But, don't think that Maruki is a complete softie

However, I can't blame you if you do think that way since he only shows you his more vulnerable and affectionate side

For all of the man's clumsiness, he is still capable of perfectly executing a malicious scheme

This is mainly done through psychological and emotional manipulation

(As one, the doctor literally studied the mind, and two, he is aware that he doesn't pose that much of a physical threat)

Any potential romantic rivals are driven away, believing that their flaws make them worthless individuals that burdens others

Your friends/family that don't like him become ostracized as he makes them out to be overly critical people who has it out for him for no apparent reason

And after all of this manipulation, he is still seen as the perfect boyfriend, or husband (｡ᐤヮᐤ ｡), that is head over heels in love with you

(Okay, so the last part is true, but not the first part)

Unless he wants you to know of his schemes, you are most likely none the wiser to his wicked ways!

Once his Persona fully awakens and he takes control of reality, Maruki will make the world your paradise, even if it's at the expense of other people

(I did say he'd do everything in his power to make you happy)

You wish that you didn't have to work a day in your life? Suddenly, you are a billionaire as some mysterious benefactor chose you as the lucky person to receive all of his money!

You really miss a deceased loved one or a pet? They never passed away, silly!

You want someone gone? Who are you talking about? No one even remembers they existed in the first place.

(He decided that simply removing them from reality was the best possible method of getting rid of them without causing emotional suffering onto those who don't deserve it)

"I love you so, so, so much, sweetheart. You're my entire world, just as I am yours."

[spitdrunken]

maruki concepts that are bouncing around in my brain;

notes: yandere(? not really but i see how it could be read as such here haha)

After becoming the God of Happiness and realising his ideal, Maruki ceases to be human, and instead becomes a concept. He is generally believed to be a being that exists on a different plane of existence, and as Mementos and reality are now merged, that is what he becomes. His presence, as he watches over the humans he loves more than himself, is nothing more than a warmth at their back, or a brush against their cheek, or in happy coincidences. Every day that he exists like this, another part of his sense of self chips away, and Takuto Maruki is a name that is lost to time. That is, until you can see him. 

Being kept in a tucked away corner of Maruki’s palace, filled with trees heavy with fruit, affectionate doves that nuzzle up against you, and a thick layer of vines and flowers covering the floor. (Sometimes, out of the corner of your eye, you see these vines moving. Sometimes, when you walk, you feel them pulsate underneath your feet.) Everything you can think of that you want, appears right in front of you. The only thing you could wish for is that you would be alone a little less, but Takuto, as he tells you to call him, visits you at least once a day. At a time, you tried to ask him about how you got here, and what happened, but though he answered you, what he actually told you is a blur. When you try to remember, your head hurts, your vision blurs, and your ears ring, so you’ve stopped trying. The door is there, it’s unlocked, but you’ve never tried to leave.

[chronicbeans]

Yandere Maruki: *screaming, crying, breaking down in public while trying to figure out whether or not to take a job at Shujin Academy, where he won't be able to see you, or stay at the counseling office to keep working with you* They'll miss me if I go! But the students need me! I don't know what to do!!!

You: *staring directly at him from across the street, before turning to your friend* I don't know that man. I have never seen him in my life.

Anyways I'm gonna write more yandere Maruki because he has taken over my brain.

[hauntingmiser]

Happy 2/2 !

Here's a yandere Maruki for you!

[artekai]

Tagged by @banukaihelpme to do this picrew!!! :D (sorry I took so long to get to it but here I am!)

Tagging @wildcard-rumi, @yushandholder @daz4i, @almightyrozenidiot, @nicxan, @meep-m33p, and @soliscital just some friends who I know have lovely OCs :D Hope it's okay to tag but absolutely no pressure to do it if you don't feel like it!!!! And if you're not tagged but you see this and wanna do it feel free to tag me as your tagger!

From left to right:

Horizon Zero Dawn/Forbidden West

Artekai (he/him), self-proclaimed Chosen One, best (and most annoying) archer in the Cut, and Aloy's long-suffering comedic relief sidekick!

Fross (we use he/him for him but he doesn't really care), Artekai's boyfriend, lowkey yandere damsel-in-distress, and fourteenth secret Zenith. You know how it is.

Dailah (she/her), Carja noblewoman with her sights set on the stars and experiments that defy the will of the Sun! One day she will make a huge scientific breakthrough and show them all ❤️

Bartenak (he/him), Artekai's adoptive older brother who's trying so hard to be cool but he's actually really sad and feels overlooked :'( Doomed by the narrative.

Tess (she/her), Fross's bio mom and Elisabet's in-law. A repressed lesbian in a comphet marriage, who always wanted to pursue a science career. Doomed by the narrative.

Raesh/Raeki (they/he/she), high ranking Eclipse kestrel and Artekai's self-proclaimed archnemesis! (if you've never heard Artekai say a word about her... yes, exactly lol)

Persona 5 Royal

Kaito Maruki (he/him), Takuto's fifteen year old son, thirteenth(???) secret Phantom Thief, and basically just Artekai's P5R AU self ❤️ I would've given him his signature high ponytail but this is the first picrew I've seen with ombre hair options so I had to go with that lol.

Fandomless

J (they/them), Vampire who's obsessed with Christianity aesthetically, like in a cultural appropriation way. Yes they kill vampire hunters but are otherwise chill and dopey but isolated.

Jane (she/her), People pleaser girlboss with tons of expectations on her shoulders, a competitive, perfectionist streak, and a hidden cynical, perhaps even self-serving side.

[writers-reach]

rules (general and fandom-specific)

general rules:

i'm a bit slow to write, due to being a busy college kid and whatnot. remember to check the drafts & requests page to see if i'm working on your request!

you can request more than one character at a time, but no more than 3. i would also like to note that i won't write for polyamorous relationships, due to being mongamous myself and not wanting to step on any toes within the poly community.

the default reader will be a gender-neutral reader, but specific genders can be requested. you can even request specific identities as well, like a female-to-male reader or male-to-nonbinary reader, for example!

if a character has a canonical orientation, i will abide by those guidelines (so no male readers for lesbian characters)

no smut, but i can write suggestive content for characters canonically 16+ (making out, sex references, etc.)

no yandere, explicit gore/violence, references to real-life conflicts, politics, or disasters, extremely heavy topics. hurt/comfort is okay, and if you're unsure if an idea you have is okay for me to write about, just ask! i'll let you know.

aus/scenarios are welcome! just please be a bit specific with your ideas, i'm a bit stupid <3

because of my no smut rule, i'm cool with doing aged-up characters (for like, college or adult life scenarios yk)

i will write for spoilers for all of my fandoms!

if you want a character from a specific period in canon or appearance (i.e. you want to request pq!yu narukami or p4au!yukari), just specify please!

some characters are platonic-only, or some i won't write for at all. please respect that!

as a rule of thumb, i have the right to refuse your request if i am unable to write about it or uncomfortable by the prompt. if it is the latter, respect my decision and my boundaries or you will be blocked.

fandom-specific rules

persona

persona 3

characters i will write for: SEES (Junpei Iori platonic only) (no Mitsuru Kirijo or Ken Amada), Male and Female Protagonist, Ryoji Mochizuki, Elizabeth, Theodore

the protagonists' names can be specified, otherwise i will default to Minato Arisato and Minako Arisato

persona 4

characters i will write for: The Investigation Team (Teddie platonic only), Ryotaro Dojima, Kanami Mashita, Sho Minazuki, Labrys

the protagonist's name can be specified, otherwise i will default to Yu Narukami

persona 5

characters i will write for: The Phantom Thieves (no Goro Akechi or Sumire Yoshizawa, Futaba Sakura platonic only), Sojiro Sakura, Takuto Maruki, Zenkichi Hasegawa

the protagonist's name can be specified, otherwise i will default to Ren Amamiya

i'm not as well-versed in p5 as i am with 3 or 4 so it might not be the world's highest quality work lol

[leblancc]

REQ RULES

— orders will be put on a limit to prevent staff from being overwhelmed and to ensure they can maintain the workload. once they fill up, leblancc will refuse orders until all are completed.

— currently, we have exceeded our maximum limit and will have reqs closed for an indefinite amount of time.

— reqs will be done out of order they’re received in. i tend to work on what give me the most inspiration first.

— masterlists will be added once a character is requested in order to prevent unnecessary clutter.

— i am not obligated to do your request and may deny it.

— follower milestones and events will be celebrated differently, each varying between the individual occasion. we as a group will decide between a few ideas.

— you can request up to five characters per hc req. if it exceeds that, i will choose which ones i want to do.

— dark content is written for the sole purpose of entertainment. i do not condone or encourage the actions presented and they should not be romanticized in real life.

WHAT I WILL WRITE

— drabbles and headcanons only.

— angst, fluff, violence, yandere au (18+/mdni).

— platonic / familial / romantic relationships. polygamous relationships are fine.

— gender neutral or female reader. (physical appearance is rarely described)

— morgana, shinya, and yoshida platonically.

— canon x reader

I WILL NOT WRITE

— suguru kamoshida, ichiryusai madarame, junya kaneshiro, kunikazu okumura, masayoshi shido.

— nsfw content / omegaverse / fetishes / kinks.

— culture-specific or male readers.

— specific disorders.

— oc x canon / canon x canon.

— cheating (in regards to relationships).

[bramblie]

I also sent this in my VK bc I planned to do two versions, but u r too slow >:)))

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

Everyday, I imagine a future where I'll be with you

From within, I'll pull together the strength that I need to face you

The snacks dwindle as session trek onward

Is it wrong that it was love from the start?

In this cruel world of infinite sorrow

What would it take to erase all of that pain?

What would it take just to ease all of your pain?

Have we found a breakthrough working together to weather the storm?

When I'm there, I try to make sure that comfort couldn't be far

When I can't even speak my own feelings

What good are words, if a smile says it all?

And if this world is intent on us separate

What will it take just for me to have you here?

Does my song only prove me to be as selfish as all the rest?

Is it love if I take you or is it love if you just leave?

The snacks dwindle as sessions stretch onward

Would it be fine to write love in the margins?

If I can't hear the sound of your singing

What would you call love in this reality

And in this reality

If I don't know how to love you

I'll make my own

[kavvehs]

RULES

if you enjoy any of my work, please consider reblogging! it greatly helps get my work seen by others!

requests are not the main point of this blog. i write them for fun when i have the time, not out of obligation.

you can request up to three characters of your choice per headcanon. they must be from the same franchise, however.

there are only three available slots at a time. please only request once at a time, so others can participate.

yandere requests must be requested off of anon with an age visible.

breaking any of these rules or requesting while they’re closed will result in your ask being deleted.

this page can and will be updated the more i’m introduced to different concepts and ideas.

if you have any questions or concerns, you’re more than welcome to approach me about it!

I WILL WRITE…

female / gender neutral reader | headcanons | fluff | angst | yandere / dark content | suggestive | various au | spoilers | familial / platonic / romantic relationships | enemies to lovers | sagau | feel free to ask!!

I WILL NOT WRITE

oneshots | male readers | ocs / canon x canon | nsfw | reader with specific physical traits | fetishes / kinks | cheating | incest | pedophilia | large age gaps

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE

GENSHIN IMPACT — n/a

JUJUTSU KAISEN — satoru gojo, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, yuta okkotsu, maki zenin, aoi todo, MAHITO.

FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES — all blue lions, all golden deer, seteth, flayn, rhea, dorothea, bernadetta, sothis, shez, arval.

NIER — brother!nier, kainé, devola, popola, 2b, 9s, a2, adam, eve.

PERSONA 5 ROYAL — REN AMAMIYA, yusuke kitagawa, ryuji sakamoto, haru okumura, makoto niijima, futaba sakura, “kasumi” yoshizawa, GORO AKECHI, morgana (platonic), sae niijima, takuto maruki.

K/DA — evelynn, seraphine, ahri

ARCANE — vi, silco, vander, jayce, viktor

BREATH OF THE WILD — LINK, zelda, SIDON, REVALI, mipha, urbosa.

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE — dio, joseph joestar, team bucciarati, diavolo / doppio, narciso anasui, foo fighters, weather report, enrico pucci, jolyne kujo, emporio (platonic)

KILL LA KILL — ryuko, satsuki, mako.

YUGIOH — yugi, atem, joey, kaiba, jaden (+ yubel), chazz, jesse, zane.

CODE GEASS — lelouch, c.c., mao, suzaku, euphemia.

DARLING IN THE FRANXX — squad 13, zero two, klaxosaur princess, alpha

FINAL FANTASY — cloud, zack, tifa, aerith, reeve, rufus, sephiroth (cc), reno, rude, tseng, kadaj, yazoo, loz, denzel (platonic), noctis, prompto, gladiolus, ignis, lunafreya, gentiana, iris, nyx, crowe, ardyn.

if you’ve read this far and intend to request from me, pls like this post so i know you read it!

[yandere-daydreams]

A Yandere!Takuto Maruki/Reader commission for the very lovely, very patient @furudolove for Persona 5 Royal. I’ve never played a Persona game and I don’t plan to, but I can hope I got the majority of Maruki’s character, in this. He’d so idyllic, and so delusional... He’d make a wonderful Yandere, if I knew a little more about the series. 

Word Count: 3.0k

TW: Imprisonment, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, and Isolation. 

You could feel every detail of the cot underneath you.

It would’ve been impossible not to. Prominent, pointed springs poked through the thin mattress and prodded at your back, biting into your arms, your legs, any patch of open skin they could find and force themselves into without objection. You took it in, for a moment, your body too sore and your mind too drained to do anything but lay back and let the chilled air wash over you, too cold to be natural, too sterile. When you opened your eyes, you did so reluctantly, but there was nothing to ease your anxiety. Above you was a plain, tiled ceiling, glowing with an artificial light you couldn’t quite name the source of, not unlike the lamp you might place above the cage of a reptile, and the rest of the room seemed to fall into place as your eyes found it, a desk and a pair of chairs coming into existence as you struggled to comprehend the world you’d fallen into. They were white and unmarked, your bed bolted to a floor speckled with grey dots. Like the presidential suite of a freshly renovated asylum.

You weren’t certain where you were, but you were sure you’d never been here before.

And you knew you didn’t want to be any longer than you had to.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up, your back aching under the strain, protesting any slight shift, as if you’d fallen too far and landed too suddenly. A similar pain was quick to make itself known in the back of your head, and thoughtlessly, you brought up a hand to try and soothe the knots of pressure tying themselves in the back of your skull. You hissed as your fingertips made contact with the worst spot, the area tender, bruised, but you didn’t have much time to investigate.

As soon as you’d begun to examine the area in earnest, there was a hand around your wrist, pulling your arm away gently and hesitating to release it when you failed to resist. Your attention turned to the man now standing above you, and suddenly, you were startlingly aware of just how muddled your mind had become, how difficult it was to formulate any thought beyond general observations about your current predicament. His features, although vaguely familiar, were blurry, unfocused, and you couldn’t bring yourself to try to put a name to his face. You didn’t have to, though, not when his voice was more than enough to identify him.

“You shouldn’t push yourself,” Your counselor, Takuto Maruki, explained. “I’d hate to see you hurt yourself this early on.��

You opened your mouth, but he was quick to hush you, letting your hand fall into your lap and repositioning himself, smiling as he lowered himself to your height. It was all you could do to stare in his direction, a million questions playing on your tongue, the least indescribable of which had to do with his attire, suddenly too formal, and the grin he was barely trying to conceal, wide and welcoming, only broadening at the slightest hints of your acknowledgment. “I know this seems strange,” He began, his speech rehearsed, as if he’d been preparing it while you were unconscious. “But there’s no reason to be afraid, anymore. You’re in a better place, now, a better reality, one where you can be what you’ve been trying so hard to be, with my help.”

“I don’t understand,” You whispered, drawing your knees to your chest, your voice smaller than you’d like it to be. The creak of the ancient bedframe threatened to drown it out. “I can’t… You want me to change?”

“I want you to be what you’ve always wanted to be.” This time, when he took your hand, he held it close to his chest, a wide, self-satisfied smile spreading across Maruki’s lips. As if he couldn’t be more proud, and expected you to be just as exultant. “You’re in so much pain as you are, (Y/n). I want to take that away. I’ll satisfy your desires, make you the person you want to be. Assertive, brave, confident.” He paused, squeezing your hand a little too tightly for the gesture to go unnoticed. “We’ll rule this place together. You’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted, and I’ll have you by my side. We’ll be happy.”

You blinked, once, twice, your gaze flickering from your knees, to the ground, to Maruki’s face, still alight with anticipation as he waited for your answer. You could only think to say the obvious.

“I’m sorry, but… I’d rather not.”

~

Maruki visited twice a day.

Or, it felt like twice a day, at least. It was difficult to tell, when the sky outside your windows was always dark and the lights were always on, remaining bright and untouched regardless of how many times you threw your few, meager possessions towards the unfaltering ceiling. You were given books to occupy yourself with, games and consoles to play them on, but the hours were long and he seemed to be the only company you were allowed. You were tempted to complain, but it was difficult to find your voice, when he was around. When anyone was around, really, but you tried not to think about that. Not when there were so many other things to keep your concern yourself with.

For example, the location of your prison, relative to the world you should be a part of. And, preferably, how you got back to the latter of the two.

When you asked, you didn’t dare think. You swallowed your nerves and spit out the words, keeping your eyes narrowed on the pad of lined paper in front of you. Maruki had handed it over the moment you expressed an interest in the object, but you had yet to decipher its contents. To you, it just seemed like a list of names, only a handful of which you recognized. “Where am I?”

“It’s complicated,” He answered, automatically. As if he’d expected you to ask this question sooner. “It’s… It’s my perfect reality. One where everyone can be exactly what they want to be, and have everything they long for. There’s more of it than-” He motioned vaguely around the room, clearly unimpressed with its contents. You couldn’t say you blamed him. “-this, but I didn’t want to smother you. I know how overwhelmed you can get, sometimes.”

“I’m working on that,” You mumbled, immediately longing to take it back. If anyone knew what you were working on, it was Maruki, the man who you considered to be one of your closest confidants less than a week ago. He was a kind man, and you’d trusted him… You still trusted him, honestly. It was impossible to stop, once you’d already allowed yourself to open up. “And there’s no way out of… ‘your reality’, is there? Without your help, I mean.”

Maruki took offense to that. He’d been seated at your desk, for the duration of this visit, maintaining a professional distance, but he stood when you brought up the topic of leaving. You heard a sigh as soft, measured footsteps made their way to your side. He hadn’t tried to close the distance between you two since you first woke up. Rather, he slid onto the end of your bed, his back coming to rest against the barred footboard, his legs left to intermingle with yours in the space between. It felt intimate, and as if by instinct, you were against it. “I don’t want you to feel like your a prisoner--”

“I am a prisoner,” You interrupted. “I can’t leave, so I’m a prisoner.”

“You’re a guest.” He sounded disappointed, but firm, his eyes flickering over your face and attempting to meet yours. You looked away, once again attempting to focus on his many, nonsensical lists. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to make you happy. I can make people different, here, and I can make you different.” He finished with a bright, broad smile, only realizing his mistake a moment after your hurt became palpable. “Wait, that’s not what I - You won’t be different. You’ll be what you’re meant to be.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, beaming forward like there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be. “Nothing about you will change. If anything, you’ll be more you than you are now. Everyone here is. I can show you around, if you let me help you.”

“If I let you control me.” He opened his mouth, ready to provide another repetitive rebuttal, but you didn’t let him, biting the inside of your cheek as you fought to continue. “That’s what it is, right? You know I won’t fight, not once you’ve got me trapped in your little, perfect daydream. The only thing I can’t think of is why you don’t just-” You waved a hand in some vague, arbitrary gesture, attempting to vent your frustration physically. The effects were minimal, at best. “-do it, already. If this was really your reality, you wouldn’t keep asking for my consent.”

“It has to be your choice.” The declaration wasn’t triumphant, or altruistic, or anything less than pained. As if it hurt him to admit it. “I know you need to make progress. You want this to be your accomplishment, and I’m not going to take that away from you. I want you to be proud, (Y/n), I do, but I can help. This can be our achievement. I can make it so--”

“So I forget I hate myself?” Before you knew it, you were on your feet, your fists clenched at your sides and your vision red. You were angry. There wasn’t a point in denying it, why would you? He was the only person you’d spoken too in weeks, and it wasn’t like there was much to discuss. You had no one to protect your reputation from, and you refused to strive to prove yourself to Maruki. He didn’t deserve that. Regardless of how badly he wanted to try to act like he did, he didn’t. You were sure of that.

You had to be sure of that.

“I don’t want to be some brainwashed doll you can tow around as a shining example of how wonderful your fucked-up therapy is. I’m not who you want me to be, I’m not who I want me to be, I’m me. I have to be the one to deal with that, even if I have to do it on my own. There’s no quick-fix, or magic solution, or ‘cognitive wrap’, whatever you’ve been calling it. That’s not what I need.” You gasped, if only to stop yourself from losing your temper. You’d started to pace without realizing it, and when you came to a stop, you were facing one of the dull, white walls. It was fitting, you guessed. You didn’t want to see his response, not right away. “Remember the first time we met? When I went to you for advice?

His reply was delayed. It came with a soft exhale, ragged, but tamer than yours. Nostalgic, even. “You shook like a leaf. How could I forget?”

“I was terrified,” You admitted, letting a fraction of the tension in your body dissolve. “I was in a bad place, and it took me days to scrape up the courage to tell someone about it. If you’d made your offer then…” You let out a sad, breathy laugh, the sound as humorless as it was dry. “You said I had to believe I could make progress before I relied on anyone else. That’s what I’m doing. You can’t guilt me for following your advice.”

There was a beat of silence, a moment where you genuinely could’ve thought he’d begun to understand. Then, Maruki opened his mouth, and you were snapped out of that fantasy as abruptly as you’d been thrown into it. “I loved you back then, too. As much as I do now. If I could’ve done anything to end your suffering, I would’ve.”

You didn’t hesitate, your voice just loud enough for him to hear. “I think you should leave.”

“(Y/n), I--”

“Please, Takuto,” You interrupted, your nails beginning to dig into your palms. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

There was a huff. A sigh. But, you didn’t look over your shoulder until the metal-plated door had swung shut, a lock clicking into place from the other side, leaving you more alone than you had been before he made his daily visit.

For whatever reason, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be getting a second, that day.

~

Isolation was a tenuous thing.

You couldn’t keep track of time. Not here, not in this room, not when the sky never changed color and you never really felt hungry or thirsty or much of anything at all, if it didn’t have to do with Maruki and his ‘perfect world’. But, after your first real argument, Maruki had stayed away long enough to make his absence known, rather than just a particularly long lapse between tense encounters. It might’ve been a day, a week, a month, but you didn’t care about the specifics.

It was long enough to make you miss him. You supposed that was all that mattered.

There was a unique intimacy in the hand he rested on the center of your back, the steady fingers of a practiced professional rubbing slow, deliberate circles into the space just below your shoulder-blade. He hadn’t gotten this close before. He could’ve, you wouldn’t have had the courage to stop him, but after so much time spent alone with your own thoughts, this was the first time you truly embraced his presence by your side, his knee almost touching yours. Anything to make it feel like you weren’t trapped inside your own head.

He allowed you to sit in silence for a moment or two, your face buried in your palms and your legs crossed, keeping you perched on the edge of the bed, allowing you to wallow in your own self-pity and a fraction of his, too. Maruki didn’t seem to mind. He smiled, the expression nothing short of nurturing, pushing you a little close to the cliffside between you and the flawless, guilt-ridden submission he so very much to shove you towards. The way he spoke wasn’t any better, just as kind. As sickeningly tender as the rest of his facade. “I pushed you too far,” He admitted, a half-hearted laugh lacing the edges of his confession. “Too much ground to cover, never enough time. I should’ve let you think.”

You sighed, the sound desolate, miserable. A poor imitation of something that should’ve brought relief. “It’s not… It’s not just that. I’d never really adjust to…” You trailed off, swinging your legs over the cot’s side, kicking idly at the well-scoffed tiles. “...Whatever this is. Maybe you should work on that. Make a Visitor’s Center for your next abductee.”

“I’ll make you the host,” He added, prodding your side with an elbow. “My offer still stands, if you’ve changed your mind.”

You leaned against him. You leaned against him, and you rested your head on his shoulder and you let out another labored, languid sigh, somehow more sorrowful than your last. “I think you know what I’m going to say, Takuto.”

His collected grin pressed against the top of your head as he pushed a kiss into your scalp, a gentle hand coming up to draw you into a one-sided hug. You allowed it, indulged it, even, smiling up at him as he pulled away. Maruki took his time standing, stretching idly and holding out a single hand, letting something long and golden appear in his palm, a staff that tapered off into a sharpened point on one end, and sprouted into a shining, petaled star on the other. You were shocked for a moment, both by the gaudiness of the object and how wrong it seemed in Maruki’s hand, but you didn’t have much time to linger on the new addition. Not when he was so quick to draw your attention away.

“I think I’m too nice to you,” He started, still facing the furthest wall. “That’s the common factor. I get ahead of myself, and then I try to make it up to you with time and understanding and all the things I assume you’ll want. That just makes you hostile, though. I’ll try something different, next time. Something less… personal. On my end, at least.”

There were a dozen things you could’ve said. Accusations, questions, everything in between and a handful of options you hadn’t thought of, yet. But, as soon as you opened your mouth, your eyes were closing, your body collapsing and a supreme sense of exhaustion washing over you, traveling hand in hand with dizziness and every other sensation that could’ve urged you to sleep. Every other tortuous thing Maruki could’ve forced onto your mind to bend you to his whim.

You felt yourself fall to the floor just as your vision went black.

~

You woke up on a cot that squeaked when you moved.

It was an awful noise, rusted out and worn down, and it only got worse as you forced your body to move, pushing yourself into a more respectable position with arms that didn’t want to cooperate. They ached, argued, screamed, and you had a feeling they would creak too, if they could. The room around you was blurry, blurry and smudged and alien, and you realized rather numbly that you didn’t know where you were.

You realized you didn’t know where you were, and alarmingly, you realized you didn’t care.

You didn’t have to. There was already a familiar face at your side, one hand clamped around your bicep and the other resting on your shoulder, holding you up when you failed to do so yourself. It was your counselor, Takuto Maruki, smiling as brightly as ever.

“I have an offer for you,” He said, once you’d regained your balance. “One I have a feeling you’ll like.”

Without thinking, you found yourself nodding along.

[lovelypersona]

RULES

Rules for requests!

I WILL WRITE FOR:

All the Phantom Thieves (minus Morgana), Kasumi Yoshizawa (she can and will contain spoilers!!!) Akechi Goro, Sae Niijima, Tae Takemi, Takuto Maruki. I will not write for anyone else. 

I WILL WRITE:

NSFW

Prompts

Imagines/Headcanons

Ships (character x character) (limited selection)

Yandere

LGBT+ Requests

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Incest 

Pedophilia

Eye/genital gore 

Weird kinks

OCs

Match-ups

GENERAL RULE OF THUMB: Keep out drama. If you have a problem with something I write, don’t make a stink! I’m not here to make discourse, I’m here to be self-indulgent for myself and others and be creative. Don’t like it, don’t reblog it. 

[chronicbeans]

Me: *writing an actually serious take on a yandere Maruki*

Also me: I... I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. All that's left is Maruki...

[chronicbeans]

Appointment (Yandere Maruki and GN Reader)

okay now here's a more serious version of this concept. It's pretty long, I think around 20 paragraphs or so, just as a heads up.

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Cognition Warping, Stalking, Brief Mentions of Health Complications/Workplace Issues/Poor Friend Dynamics, Therapy/Counselor's Office Setting

I look at my schedule, smiling happily as I see the name (L/N) (Y/N). They've been coming in for appointments for a while, now. A little bit after Yoshizawa started coming in, actually. I've been doing my best to help (L/N)-san with their troubles, but it has been extremely difficult.

From difficulty adjusting to a new home, difficulties at their place of work, feelings of emptiness, and even health problems all showing up at once, they've confessed to feeling like every aspect of their life is falling apart. I am not sure how exactly to provide comfort to them, but simply letting them talk about whatever seems to help them in the moment. I have thought about using my powers to change their cognition, but... I am afraid they would forget me. Plus, it might be more helpful to use my powers in other aspects of their life.

I am knocked out of my thoughts by a knock on my office door. I lean back in my chair, smiling as I say "Come in!" I then hear the door creak open, watching as (L/N)-san enters the room, a small smile on their face. They wave their hand, saying a quiet "Hello" as they sit down in the chair across from me. They place their things on the floor next to them, continuing "I'm sorry if I am a bit late. I got held up at a stoplight."

I shake my head, feeling a bit giddy that they finally got here. They are a bit late, but I don't mind. I try to find my words, eventually replying with "It is quite alright, (L/N)-san! You are my last appointment today, after all! I don't mind staying in late to make up for lost time." "Yeah... I usually am your last appointment of the day. That's a bit odd, but I don't mind. You must be popular to have your schedule filled so much." I just chuckle in response, starting the appointment.

We start out talking about their day. They stayed at home most of the day, before going to their job, then returning home for a bit. Then, with what little time they had before my appointment, they went out and bought some groceries. That explains the bags they brought in. It is also, basically, how most of their days go. They are a homebody. I then steer the conversation a little, asking about their family, friends, and work peers. As usual, they mostly have negatives to say. Today, though, they seem especially critical of their boss.

"It just seems like he doesn't listen to any of us. He even tries to take away pat on days that I need to go in for medical appointments, when I still have paid time off. It is just exhausting, too. I feel like I might just quit." I nod slowly, before smiling "If you could have your boss change, how would you like him to change?" They look up to me, confused "What?" "If you could change your boss, what would you change, (L/N)-san?"

They look around, seemingly in thought. I find my mind drifting, as well. Usually, when they get deep in thought like this, they stay silent for a while. The first few times they had appointments with me, they were nervous about it, believing I would rush them or that they seemed strange. After a while, however, they relaxed as they grew more comfortable. It also helps me gather my thoughts, too. It's a win-win.

I slowly recall the many appointments I've had, both with (L/N)-san and every other patient I've had. As horrible as it might sound, (L/N)-san is my favorite, by far. I know it is terrible to do something like pick favorites with patients, but I simply can't help it. I really can't stop thinking about their case. They've even began reminding me of Rumi, as well, making things even more complicated. I can't even figure out what exactly about them reminds me of Rumi... I really can't. Maybe it's the feelings being around them gives me? That happy feeling.

Oh no...

"I think I would make my boss more considerate of everyone's specific needs. Not just myself, but everyone who works for him. Even the people I hate. That way, he wouldn't harass me about my doctor's appointments, he wouldn't try to stop Sakurai-san from seeing his sick parents, and even that jerk who slacks off won't get yelled at for asking more better instructions on what to do." I am shaken out of my thoughts, once again, by their response. I can't help but smile, not only at their decision, but their slight jab at the slacker. "That is rather considerate, (L/N)-san. You are rather vocal about your distaste for many of your coworkers, but you still keep them in mind when making such a grand decision. May I ask why that is?"

They happily nod, sitting up straighter and folding their hands in their lap. They speak in a rather manner of fact tone, saying "I truly believe, from my observations, that a lot of their distasteful behavior comes from my boss's actions. Not directly, mind you. I don't believe he is targeting me through them. I believe that, because he distresses my coworkers, they end up taking out their own distress on each other, including me." I nod, leaning forward a bit as I listen. The way they describe the situation is intriguing, almost as if they have their own, small little pool of knowledge on social behaviors and psychology. A very small one, but still an existing one. They use elaborate hand gestures as they explain what they think is going on. It's rather simple. The boss makes the workers upset, the workers take it out amongst each other.

I smile softly, throwing in my two cents "Does this extend to you? Do you believe that you may be taking it out on your coworkers?" They pause, before shrugging "I would like to say no, but I don't want to assume. I very well may be taking it out on them without knowing it. Passive aggression, small spiteful actions, I don't know. I feel like, from what I can tell, I just bottle up my anger until I have an appointment with you. Then, when I'm here, I just vent it all out. Same goes with everything else. I just don't have the energy to take out anger on others. I'm too tired."

I am not sure whether to frown or smile at that. Them being tired all the time sounds dreadful. I don't want them to be suffering... but the thought of them coming to me for help venting their frustrations cannot help but make me a bit honored. They trust me enough to do that. They trust ME enough to do that. Trying to continue the conversation smoothly, I ask another question "Speaking of tiredness, has your health been getting any better? As in, have you been able to cope with it?"

They shrug their shoulders "Same as always. I think, at this point, it is simply knowing that my condition is lifelong that kills me, rather than the condition itself. Kinda like an 'I don't wanna know,' situation. Of course, it is better that I know about it, and I don't want to just forget about it, but it is a bit disappointing." They then sigh, continuing "It just kinda sucks when my friends end up uninviting me from events due to worrying about my health. I may have a chronic condition, but I can still do things, you know? I appreciate their sentiment, I really do. I would rather have friends that can see that I have limits than ones that will push me into danger. I would also just... rather have friends that are willing to accommodate, rather than exclude due to that concern."

I slowly nod my head. That has been a complaint of theirs for a while, now. "Well, (L/N)-san, just know that I will always be here to talk to. I am also more than willing to accommodate for your needs. Such as today, with the time of the appointment! I had so much fun talking to you today that we went thirty minutes over our scheduled time!" Their eyes widen, before they look up to the clock. "Oh no! I am so sorry, Maruki-sensei! I didn't mean to ramble..." "It's no worry! I just noticed the time. I don't have much scheduled for today, but I am sure that you have places to be. Have a good evening and feel free to take a snack on your way out."

They wave goodbye, taking a snack as they leave. I see them look over the ingredients, before putting it in their pocket and walking through the door. As soon as I am sure they are gone, I place my head on my desk and sigh. My mind wanders right back to my strange feelings. It feels exactly like how I felt early on in my relationship with Rumi. A lovesick feeling, complete with butterflies in my stomach, a burning feeling in my chest, and a pleasant lightheadedness whenever I speak to them.

No... no, no, no. This of all things can't be happening! Falling in love with a patient, of all people? That's wrong! It's so wrong! Especially one that has already put so much trust in me as their counselor. That's all I am. I'm a counselor. Not a friend, not a trusted acquaintance, and certainly not a love interest! Why did this have to happen?

I shakily sigh, looking over their files and my notes. It is all so painfully clear, now. Compared to the notes of other patients, the ones I have on (L/N)-san are extremely long and detailed. Some are basically just word for word what they told me during the appointment, including the ones from today. There's also the fact that, for a few weeks now, I've been visiting the places they mention often during our appointments. I have no reason to go to Cafe Leblanc as often as I do, but I've been going there extremely often ever since they became a patient. Is it because I hope to see them there or something along those lines?

I, eventually, find what I am looking for: their workplace and their boss's name. They usually try to avoid mentioning people by name, but during one of our appointments, they got heated enough to tell me his name. I sigh, wondering if I really have the strength to do this. This is going to be different than changing a patient's cognition in multiple ways. For one, I am growing to love this patient a lot more than I should. (L/N)-san has grown on me, to the point where I am even contemplating going out of my way to change their boss's cognition in the first place. To the point where I am going out of my way to try to find them outside of appointments, without even realizing I am doing so. This isn't normal... None of this is, at this point.

I steady my breathing, which I didn't even realize got shaky in the first place, and rationalize the situation. By changing the cognition of their boss, not only will I help (L/N)-san, but possibly their coworkers, too! So, while this may be a decision made with the intention of helping one person, it will ultimately help many. It will be alright. I just have to find the boss, then fix the problem. Just calm down, Maruki. You can do this. You should do this.

I sit there for a few moments, calming myself. Next step, come to terms with my feelings for (L/N)-san. They aren't going to go away, I know that, but I need to figure out how to approach this. I can't go out and court them, at least, not right now... I would need to establish a relationship with them outside of our appointments. Even then, I'm not sure I want to... not after what happened with Rumi. What if something happened to (L/N)-san after we became close? I'm not sure I could handle that. I would just break... I can't let that happen to (L/N)-san, even if that means just staying on the sidelines and pulling a few strings here and there.

I'm fine with just staying as their counselor. Anything to keep them safe. If I keep worrying about these feelings, I'm not going to get anything done. I can't let them overtake my thoughts, no matter how hard it is to resist thinking about them.

Standing, I write down the name and company, before placing the files and notes nearly where they belong. Staring at the name on the sticky note, I sigh. "Haruki Tanaka", (L/N)-san's boss. This is it. I've made up my mind. I must change this man, for (L/N)-san's sake. They don't have to know I did it, just like every other patient I've changed the cognition of. This case might be a bit... odd, but it has the same end goal.

If I can't be with (L/N)-san, then I'll just protect them from the sidelines.

[chronicbeans]

Ya know... I had the urge to write or draw some sort of Yandere Takuto Maruki crack post, because the idea of him or all people becoming a yandere was kinda silly to me... My brain just says he can't do it.

Then as I thought about it more, the concept of HIM -Mr. "I'm able to change cognition and, by extension in the Third Semester, reality" - becoming a yandere, is absolutely freaking terrifying. Like ANY sort of yandere, too. Platonic, familial, romantic. It's freaking SCARY.

Like idk which would be worse. Yandere Akechi or Yandere Maruki.

Anyways, that's my post of the day/night/whatever time it is for you right now.

[chronicbeans]

Update on my yandere Maruki thing:

It has been at least three days since I started writing that serious yandere Maruki short story, and I believe it is longer than my Maruki essay. And I am still not done. Also, I just finished the counseling part. I am contemplating making it multiple parts at this point.

I think... I think this means I have joined the Maruki Cult... Yippee!!! Life complete!