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hi are you able to make a part two for this post? :0 if not that’s fine!! im in love with ur writing
Genre: Angst, Angst/No Comfort
Part Two of TR characters x estranged!reader
Included Characters: Ran, Kokonoi, Kazutora
⚠️TW/CW⚠️: pure angst, mentions of death, cursing, mentions/suggestions of suicide and attempted suicide, gaslighting, jealousy, mild injury, depression, self-harm in Kazutora’s part, manipulation, mentions of obsessions, trauma
A/N: Per-request, here is a part two of TR characters who are jealous with estranged!reader. Buckle up and get your tissues ready, this is gonna hurt you just as much as it hurt me 🥲 Enjoy!
Ran
“Seriously, y/n, you should go,” Rindou says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you from entering the club he and Ran owned. “No! Is Ran alright? I haven’t seen him in weeks and I’m worried sick!” you cry, trying to push past the younger Haitani, only for him to once again, gently pull you away from the club’s entrance by your shoulder. Frustrated, he grips your other shoulder, forcing you to still and face him, “y/n I know you're upset-” “I’m not!” you cut off. Rindou huffs before speaking up once again, “y/n I don’t want you to get hurt, please just go home and I can explain everything later.” “But, Rindou-” “God you’re so annoying,” a voice rings through the air, turning both yours and Rindou’s head to face the very root of the commotion between you two. Ran walks over to the two of you, gently patting Rindou on the shoulder to signal him to go back inside. Rindou’s grip tightens on your shoulder, hesitant to leave you to your demise, but he knew he couldn’t defy his brother. He lets go of you and walks back into the club. Gritting your teeth, you turn to Ran, “Ran, where have you been..,” you reach out to try to take his hand only for the dual-haired male to smack it away, “That’s none of your business.” “What?” Scoffing, he shakes his head before stepping closer to you, an unfamiliar anger radiates from him, an emotion that you’ve never seen directed at you before, “Are you fucking dumb or what? Can’t you see I don’t want you around anymore?” His words hurt, they hurt more than any stab wound or injury that could ever be inflicted on you. “Ran I…if there’s something I did wrong-” you were cut off with a slap to the face, the sudden action stinging your cheek raw. “I don’t want to see your pathetic face again. The only reason I was friends with you was because I felt sorry for you, but now I see why you didn’t have any in the first place.” That was all he said before walking off back into the brightly lit building, leaving you in the silence of the cold streets, with fresh wounds to mend all on your own.
That night you stayed awake thinking about Ran had said about being your friend out of pity and it broke your heart knowing damn well it was true
You never had any friends due to your reputation for being “clingy” and “two-faced smarty pants” so maybe that’s why Ran didn’t want to be around you anymore
When you would go to school, life was hell. Everyone would whisper rumors about what had happened between you and the older Haitani. “I heard they were fwb.” “He was probably friends with her because she’s the smartest student in the school.” “For someone so smart, she’s really dumb to associate with a Haitani!”
You barely ate or slept, obsessed with your studies and upholding the title of the “smartest student” because it was the only thing you had left.
Some days when you see Ran around in school, you feel angry at what he did to you, but would also feel jealous of the multiple friends he had around him wherever he went.
It was as if he was silently telling you, “You’ll always be nothing but know-it-all”
Sometimes Rindou would come by your house to tend to your health after seeing you lose so much weight and letting yourself go, but you’d make sure to lock your doors–and windows–so that you didn’t have to face him because of how stupid you felt after not listening to him.
If you had stayed home, if you had just listened to Rindou, would things have been different? Would you still have Ran as your only friend?
Kokonoi
“What are you doing?” I questioned Kokonoi. He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he furrows his brows. Pouting, you take a seat across from him in the library, smirking at his attempts to try to ignore your presence. “For a gangster, you sure do act childish, Kokonoi,” you mock. Yet, Kokonoi remained focused on what he was reading. “What would Akane think of you now if she saw you living the life of a thug?” Slam! Slowly looking up from where his attention was focused, he finally greets your devious gaze with a murderous look. “What the hell do you want?” “It’s such a shame,” fauxed disappointment crosses your features, “you would’ve been quite the guy if you weren’t living the life of scum.” You calmly sigh as you pick up the book that your old friend had slammed on the table. Koko was livid, blood boiling and all, but he’d be damned if he lost his composure and gave you the satisfying humiliation you sought in him, “I could say the same about you. Despite being the top student at your school, you have the mind of scum yourself,” he remarks. Chuckling, you shake your head, “No wonder why Inupi hasn’t abandoned you yet.” Your face drops, dead eyes boring into Kokonoi, “You’re so pitiful, even for a money-making genius.” On the outside, it would seem as if your words bounced right off of the collected male. However, deep down, his heart was bleeding slowly as you ridiculed him and exploited his trauma for your own benefit. He refused to give in to your sadistic satisfactions. Stubborn as he may be, Koko could never ignore or refuse the pain that came with your sharp words.
You and Kokonoi had fallen out of touch after the death of your friend Akane, due to the fact that you blamed him for just rescuing Inui and not Akane.
Both of you were smart, and were complete geniuses when it came to making money. And, despite being on bad terms with each other, you both silently competed with one another as to who could earn more money when the opportunity arose.
And, sure, you highly disliked Koko for his obsessiveness with Akane, but what really topped it off was when he had dragged Inui into the life of delinquency with him.
Sometimes, you’d wonder if Koko only stayed with Inupi because he looked so much like his sister, slowly coming to the realization that he never moved on from Akane.
You would worry that he’d possibly get Inupi killed due to his stubbornness and obsession, so from then on you did everything in your power to stop his efforts of success, even if it meant holding Akane's death over his head.
Fun fact: Your just as obsessed with Inupi as Koko is
When you see Inupi around school, you try to turn him against Kokonoi and try to convince him to come back to school and quit living as a thug.
Kokonoi does the same, but tries to manipulate him into believing that he’ll help him revive the Black Dragons to the way they are again.
Kazutora
“I’ll kill him,” Kazutora mutters as he throws another dart at Mikey’s picture. Rolling your eyes, you continue to tend to your studies on the floor. “Could you keep it down, I’m trying to study.” A sigh escapes your lips as you witness yet another dart pierce the picture of the young gang leader in the photo. “What do you even have against Mikey, he knows you didn’t mean-” “How the hell would you know?!” he suddenly shouts, his shadow swallowing your small frame as he towers over you with a hateful aura. You keep calm, gently placing your things down as you stand up to challenge the duel- hair colored boy. “Because if he thought you did it on purpose, he would’ve killed you by now.” He scoffs, “So you're taking his side huh? What? You want me gone too?” he growled. “What? No! I’m just saying, you don’t have to resort to violence to solve your problems!” you shoot back. “If you just-” “NO!” his raised voice catches you off guard, completely freezing you in place. “Why the hell should I listen to you when you don’t even know what it’s like to be in my place?” he hisses, glaring daggers at your cowering figure. “You grew up with a fucking spoon on a fucking silver platter. Even now, you get anything and everything without having to fight or work for it.” Your lips trembled as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “Kazutora…t-that’s not… ” “It is! You’re just a spoiled bitch that gets what she wants because you had friends to support you. You had parents to support you. But guess what, not everyone has the life you live, so don’t tell me how to deal with my problems when you've never been through your own. God, why does a girl like you even exist?” It was as if your whole world was shattering all at once. Why did he say that? Was it all really true? Warm streaks of tears cascaded down your face as you slowly broke down at your friend’s words. “Wow,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “what the fuck are you crying for? If you’re really this miserable over a few words, then why don’t you do the world a fucking favor and go die somewhere. The last thing someone wants is a crybaby goodie-two-shoes.” “Why, Kazutora?” you whimper, “why are you saying this, I didn’t mean to-” “Get out.” “W-what?” Growling, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the door of his house, “I said,” he throws you down on the concrete of his porch along with your things, “Get the hell out! Go away! Go kill yourself and leave me be!”
That day, you didn’t understand why Kazutora drove you away, but regardless it didn’t stop you from going into a depression.
No matter how much you tried to study to drive away your thoughts, it wouldn’t work.
You couldn’t sleep at night, feeling guilty about your upbringing and thinking how much Kazutora had suffered in his past as a kid, while you sat home with everything you needed while your parents took care of everything.
You developed the habit of often apologizing for things that weren’t your fault and your self-esteem had gone down a lot, so you were constantly putting yourself down.
You hadn’t seen Kazutora that much during school either, but he certainly saw you, as well as the way your other friends would crowd around you, asking about your day and how you were feeling and complimenting the newest clothes you were wearing. It made him more pissed off seeing how you had the life he never got to have and yet despite what you were feeling, you still had people to support you.
On rare occasions when you did see Kazutora around school, he’d insult you or flat out curse you out whenever you so much as looked at him. He hated you with a passion and the fact that you were seeking him out caused him to fester his hatred.
Eventually, he escalated to bullying you when it was clear you wouldn’t leave him alone and you’d just accept because you thought that you deserved it.
One day, Kazutora had ended up having a group of gang members beat you until sunrise and afterwards you went home and ended up cutting your wrists.
Your parents had to drive you to the hospital and when you had explained to them what happened and what you did, you never went back to school again and was homeschooled until further notice.
Why can't you love me as you love him?
Characters: Mitsuya, Reader and Koko
A/N: Swearing, abuse, blood, violent, comforting at the angst, cheating and nsfw scene of mitsuya cheating :D
There's a gun scene so pls if your uncomfortable by it don't read 4 your safety and health
( if your a minor I'll make a line and immediately scroll Thru it and if you see the line again stop there if your okay with that)
Word count: 1.1k+
You looked around the house to see that it was all true.. he cheated. Of course this wasn't the first shit he has ever done, but you just had enough with Mitsuya cheating on you treating like you were a piece of shit. You quietly packed most of your things in the shared bedroom you and mitsuya did a lot of things but who the fuck knows what if they fucked in the bed you slept in?
You felt drained, tired and want to kill him but you can't. You love him, you wanted a distraction, you couldn't just hold your tears anymore as you walked to your friend's house for the time being. You sobbed, sniffles audible and you felt used. You knocked on the door of your friend's house hoping they would answer but the door opened to someone else. A man who has a scar on his face and you assumed he had a blind eye. You sighed and said sorry, leaving the property until you heard your name being called. As you look back you saw your friend, you could recognize them by their face. Though you could see that they changed their hair color to white, you stayed at your spot not moving. Your eyes began to blur, suddenly it went black.
You fainted. It wasn't a surprised since you were weak and haven't eaten a proper meal for a week due to stress. You woke up the next day to a room that's unfamiliar. You heard footsteps behind the door, you freaked out and hid yourself under the blanket shaking. The door was slowly opened, you heard a sigh from the corner of the room. You sneezed by accident and blushed at what happened, the blanket covering you was snatched by the white haired person.
You smiled and saw Koko Hajime, "Hajime!" You cried in happiness and crawled to him, the sudden hug you did caused both you and Koko to fall on the bedroom ground. Since the sudden noise triggered some people and immediately went into the room with guns in their hand ready to shoot. You looked terrified to see them holding guns, you gripped Koko's shirt tight making him bring his hand behind your bag and rub it to attempt to calm you down. You felt scared, terrified, worried, words can't describe how you saw those guns. It felt like you remembered something traumatic..
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Flash back:
"takashi!~" you opened the house door smiling, you looked around and saw Mitsuya on the couch naked with another girl riding him. You stood there speechless, you wanted to fit him now and there. You felt tears run down your face, "Mitsuya who's this? You didn't say you were in a relationship?" The women asked Mitsuya who stopped riding them.
As soon those words left her lips you felt betrayed. You were married with mitsuya for years, you both planned to even want kids once. The box you were holding fell on the floor, like how your heart shattered in pieces. You noticed the woman was Mitsuya's body type, he just married you because he loved your "Personality". You believed him but in this moment you trust in him. The women has black hair long and straight, skinny, the right amount of breasts and ass, her beautiful face. You can't compare to her at all. It was like she was everything you wanted to have.
Mitsuya's head was thrown back and he looked at you, scoffed and thrusted his hips to women. You heard the woman moan and tears fell beside your eye.
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You closed the door and ran to the nearest park you knew. Your heart shattered by the man who you loved, who was most of your first. It pained you to see him cheat on you making your heart ache from remembering the memory. After a day you spent at your cousin's house you went back to mitsuya. You knocked on the door to be opened by Mitsuya who had dark circles around his eyes. You looked at it but didn't care for it as you shoved Mitsuya away out of the doorway. when he was about to say something, you walked past him and went upstairs. You stared at the messy bedroom in disgust, then felt an arm wrapping around your neck and pushed you to the wall. Mitsuya held a gun on your forehead pinning you to the wall, you stared at the gun gripping on Mitsuya's shirt that you're scared to be held at gunpoint. He then removed the gun and slapped you, it went by too fast. …..
You didn't even get a proper explanation
End of flashback.
You gripped on Koko's shirt making him sigh and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead and his hand moved to your cheek rubbing it carefully. "I wished she was mine" ".. I wish I was the one that married her ``''… I hate to see her cry, I will kill Mitsuya for cheating her yet again." Koko thought but came back to reality when you held his hand. He blushed and looked at the hand you were holding, he smiled shyly "Y/N.. I'm so sorry.." he whispered to you, you looked at him. You both held eye contact for a while but it broke when a person coughs. You looked at who it was and it was Sanzu, you sighed and let go of Koko looking away. "Leave right now pls" Koko said to the men at the door.
As the men walked out he sat on the bed and pulled you onto him. You fell on his lap and he puts you on his lap, his head on your shoulder and hands rubbing your waist. "I don't understand.. Why would Mitsuya do that? Have you seen yourself? You're beautiful.. he must be blind." Koko blunty said, making you blush and jump out of his embrace. You blushed, making him smile softly, "The most beautiful woman I have ever seen…." He bluntly stated making you turn around, your back facing him blushing so much.
You heard a creak and Koko hugged you from behind, making you smile and turn your head. As you turned your head you accidentally kissed Koko when he was about to kiss your cheek, you blushed but Koko just chuckled.
"Forget about him…"
"I'll show you how it is to be actually loved."
" Just be mine. "
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Your not mine.
Part one here: <3
A/N: Mitsuya x Reader? Angst
And this is when they are married and before he cheated
Wc: 490+
Warnings: Cheating, slight nsfw in part1
Mitsuya pov ig?
I know you y/n..
Why can't you look at me like how you look at him?
Am I….. not good enough?
Mistuya looked at himself in the mirror in his kitchen, he sighed and turned his head in disgust. Why….. Why did you choose me? Mitsuya doubted everything you said. Especially… I love you..
Everytime you say it Mitsuya wants to burst out crying because he knows that you're not his. He sees how you and Koko look at eachother. Not the same way as you do to him. He sees how you look at him when he passes by. He wished and wished it was him but it never came true.
He wanted to break up with you in the first place because he felt the love you told, shared and showed was lies. He wanted to, but doesn't have the guts to tell you. True or not he doesn't want to hurt you, he wants to break up with you but can't. He doesn't have the heart to since he loves you but you don't love him back.
He lied and lied to himself that you love him, he knows that you don't love him but he wanted you for himself. Mitsuya felt greedy and possessive when it came to you. He wanted you all to himself, himself only. No one else's, just you. He wanted you all to himself. He looked at your sleeping form on the couch and smiled, he went closer to you and placed his hand on your cheek softly rubbing it. He sighed and walked felt like giving up, he wanted you to love him as he loves you, but he can't.
He loves you a lot, willingly will be there by your side at your lowest, will be by your side when you need him. Yet why can't you just see me like how you see him?
He wants to cry, and keep you only you himself but he knows you will once not be by his side anymore.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Don't look at him!
Love me.
Mitsuya has so much urges to kill Koko for stealing you from him, his lover. He wants to but can't because he could imagine how much pain you would be in…
As you left to work Mitsuya gave up and accepted that you love Koko more than him. You both belong together and it's sadly painfully obvious. Tears fell down his eyes to his cheeks.
(Insert him cheating here because he needs a distraction)
It hurts.
It hurts!
Let this pain stop PLS..
I'm begging...
My first love….
My last love..?
Til I met you, I never knew what love was, then I met you. This feeling seems to grow more every day sadly, you're not mine anymore.
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Leia (Wife! Akane x Painter! Kokonoi x Painting! Inui)
Angst
Word count: 1.37k
(Inspired by Luka Megurine-Leia)
His wife died. Her body was reduced to nothing but ash the unfortunate incident that nobody had predicted. He never hated flames more in his life. He despised them. More than that, he despised himself for being powerless. He tried to save her. Like a hero on the battlefield, he ran to her, not caring if his skin burned, not caring if his property is destroyed, not caring about anything. He just wanted his wife to be safe and sound.
The Gods surely hated the man. Somebody had cursed him. If they wanted they could've taken him away but they chose to make him suffer. Maybe he didn't deserve happiness. Maybe he was the worst kind of scum. He was there sitting outside the ICU, hoping that everything will go back to the way it was.
"I'm sorry, She is dead," One of the doctors had informed him. He stood there looking at the white walls with a blank face. He did not believe that she died. The doctor was lying to him. He was jealous of him. How can Akane die when he could still see her right next to him?
Kokonoi came back to his cabin. It was a place where he would paint his pieces. He was known for his talent, he was young and had a vision that artists hold to make themselves known to the world. He could feel it, his Akane was right here. She just needed a physical form. How can he give her that?
After a lot of thinking, he came to the conclusion that he would make a painting of his wife. That way, he could look at his wife, talk to her, and stay with her. Kokonoi took this sketchbook and started jotting down ideas.
"No! No! No! this is not right!" He yelled in annoyance as he ripped the painting rigorously. The painting didn't look right, it didn't feel right. It was the imposter of Akane. His Akane was as pretty as a lily, as enchanting as the stars, as captivating as the snow, and as heartwarming as the new year's dawn.
After a painful year and a half. Finally, He drew a painting. He stood there in awe. What was this feeling? This nostalgia?
It feels like love. He fell in love. The painting was ideal, the best version of his love. The burn on the side of her head was an interpretation of the fact that his love was the prettiest even with imperfections. Her hair was slightly chopped, to show her delicate neck. Her transparent skin was as white as snow.
"This is it, Here you are with me, My love," Kokonoi said as he caressed the face of the painting. He ran his nails on the neck of his love as he was reminded of the first night of their wedding. Anyone would look at him and say he was indeed too deep in love. Almost unhealthy.
Let me feel you one more time.
Kokonoi had been telling a story about an annoying customer he had come across at work. He had been seated at the dining table with his meal in front of him. This painting was placed with the utmost care on the chair that was right in front of him. An exact plate of food in front of it.
Kokonoi felt as if it was the first time they met, in the library, where he felt tingly like there were butterflies flapping their wings in his stomach. This feeling is real. He was happy, he could feel his love's presence. He smiled brightly as he continued to talk to the painting about his days at work.
The painting wasn't living. He was a fool.
Let me touch you one more time.
"Where are you, my love?" He called out as he came back home from work. He embraced the painting at the sight of it. He knew that his love embraced him. He could feel his love's warm embrace, it had always been like that. He used to cuddle with her under the sheets vulnerable as he showered her with his love.
Surely, if he can touch and feel the things he knew before, the painting was indeed living. His lover was right next to him, right?
Let me see you one more time.
"Mr. Kokonoi has lost his mind. He tells us that his wife is alive and they are the happiest. I went to the funeral and also visited her grave. She is no more." One of his friends at work said. He didn't mean to eavesdrop but when he did he was furious.
First the doctor and now his friends. What is going on? He saw his love right this morning. There is no way she is dead. Who do those people think they are?
He lost himself too deep. No one can bring him back to the shore.
"My love, Open your eyes", He asked as he looked at the painting. The painting barely did anything. Kokonoi had tears in his eyes. No! he refuses to believe that his colleagues were telling the truth. His love is right in front of him. He wasn't crazy, he wasn't mad. He was just a lovesick fool who is sinking deep in love, that's not abnormal.
"Look at me, I beg of you, "He said as he cried loudly at the painting. Why wasn't it responding to him? He looked at it closely, the cardboard canvas felt nothing like skin, no butterflies, no flowers blooming in his chest. He can't feel any more but at least he can hear his love's voice, he can see her, smell her fragrance.
"If you can't look at me, I'll give you my eyes," He said. He took his favorite palette knife that his wife had once gifted him and gouged his eyes and offered it to his love. He will do anything for his love. He knows no bounds.
Let me hear you one more time.
"What have I done?" He asked himself in despair. He can't look at her beauty. The face that he sees every morning, every night, every time.
'Koko, it's alright,' He heard the sweet voice of his wife. Yes! everything is alright. You are here with me, I am here with you. Nobody will come between us. He can listen. He can talk to her. That's all he needs to survive. A sign, it doesn't matter if he can't feel her, touch her, or see her. As long as he had a sign, that his love is here. That's all he needs.
Let me smell you one more time.
"What's wrong? My love," He spoke once again. This time couldn't hear anything. Why? everything was fine before. Why was this happening to him?
"You gave me a sign last time, where are you now?" He called again. He smelled gasoline. It was the same smell like the last time he saw her. She was calling for him. He poured gasoline on the painting and himself before lighting a match.
He reminisces the flames, those darned flames that took the life of his love, and the smell of burning wood surrounding him. He couldn't see anything. He wasn't sorrowful, he was going back to his wife. He was happy, almost beaming in joy.
'I'm coming back to you, My love," He said his last words. A perfect ending where he dies along with his love. Sadly, when he went to the afterworld he didn't meet his love because his love was a mere painting.
People do outrageous things in the name of love. Even the smartest of folks fall prey to this damaging feeling. To him, he never once regretted falling in love with Akane. At the end of his story, he had been unfaithful to Akane. He failed to realize that 'His Love' and 'Akane' were two different beings. His painting was who he wanted Akane to be; not who Akane actually was.
Drawing of Koko's love.
u in egypt rn? cuz ur in the nile
I'm kidding.
I'm a she but, I'll never be her..
And I just realized that Akane is more beautiful since it's in Kokonoi's perspective :(
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╰┈➤ characters...•`K. HAJIME, H. RAN, H. RINDOU, K. IZANA´•.
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' ｗｏｒｓｈｉｐ '
‘they treat their love interest like a god, not caring how they are treated in return. they act like someone who, and actually might, owe their love interest their life. they don’t care if their love interest loves them back or not. these yanderes will kill for their love interest and hurt those who think badly of their love interest.’
with furrowed eyebrows, you watch the scene unfold in front of you. the realization hits you, eyes now wide with horror. you feel your heart drop, legs frozen in place as someone takes action.
“you little!..” she hissed, slowly touching the edge of her mouth with her fingertips, feeling the hot fluid. the girl still on the floor, slightly trembling from fear, stood in front of her him. frustrated expression sitting on his face, hajime gets hold down by another pair of arms, forcing his bloody fists behind his back.
“fucking bitch..” the always calming and charming voice of his, now filled with venom, eyes full of bitterness. “we’re not done with this, if i ever hear… her name from your filthy mouth..”
“okay.. that’s enough, kokonoi..” the classmate shushed him, hajime with the rest of his strength, pulled his arms out of the person's grasp. lips still in frown, glancing towards you and starts taking steps in your direction.
by now your legs have taken root, his whole standing in front of you, blood still dripping on his palms, he embraces you in a tight hug, which only just grows stronger and stronger, face leaned over in the safety of your neck, his black locks tickling it. hajime exhaled a shaky breath, pressing a sloppy kiss to your warm skin. you still stood in one place, arms let loose next to you, not returning his embrace but he couldn’t care less. he had to defend you, no one else stood up, someone had to stop those people who dare to trash his one. everyone but you deserve this kind of treatment, the thread has already snapped when your name rolled down from someone’s tongue in the company of a few nasty insinuations. in hajime’s world you were the light, it was his job to protect you from everyone else. there would be no line he would be afraid to cross when it comes to you. it creeped you out. the way he changes his mood by just mentioning you or seeing you pass on hallways made all of your hair on your back stand up. don’t get me wrong, you had nothing against it, his kindness towards you melted your heart. but this kindness only towards you, was the reason you tried avoid conversations with him or just purely being in his company. unfortunately for you, he was just like glue. so yeah… good luck in the future!
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'ｒｅｓｔｒａｉｎｔｓ'
‘they will directly lock up the love interest, tie up or even kidnap and drug their love interest to keep them around and compliant. restraints type yandere characters don’t tie up their love interest for reasons of domination/submission. rather, they want their love interest to never wander from their side. many will even tie their love interest to themselves.’
you fluttered your eyes open with agonizing pain spreading throughout your body, resting on the cold floor, forced in a sitting position. lights flickering in the place, your vision still fuzzy, a pair of black boots stepped into your sight. head banging while you felt something warm run down on your forehead, you tried to open your eyes more to at least get a glimpse of what’s happening.
you woke up fully when you realized that you’re struggling against those restrains tied around your wrists out of reflex. then you finally got to identify the person in front of you.
“you up, princess?” the smoothness of his voice sent goosebumps all over your body, almost in a bad way. you gulped deeply, mouth opened to form some kind of sentence but only shaky breaths could be heard. ran tilted his head in a questioning manner, grinning by now. “what? cat got your tongue?” a malicious snort fell from his lips. “okay.. since it’s that hard to guess… i might just give ya a little hint…”
the older haitani crouched down to your eyes level, his tone remained the same but something got added to his gaze with which he examined all your actions with full attention. “i was kind.. i was so.. kind… i tried not to resort to this, but you simply gave me no choice.” the taller male’s thumb grazed your features, you felt something smudge on your head, then he brought his digits back close to himself, smile faded when he saw your dark red and dried blood dirtying his hands. in the company of a scoff, he wiped it down on your ragged shirt, all this as he glared his eyes strongly on you.
your legs was the only limb he agreed free, instincts kicking in ready to raise to attack —unfortunately for you, he saw through your little thinking and your ankles got hold together by his grip— “you truly upset me, girl…” he raised up from his position, ran pushed his hips slightly forward, carefully placing his hands on his sides, watching over you with despise. “hope this lesson sticks in your head…”
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🇷🇮🇳🇩🇴🇺. 𓆩❤︎𓆪
'’ｒｅｖｅｒｓｅ’ ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '
‘they can also provoke the love interest to be the one people don’t want to approach, rather than the other way around. they will be the ones responsible of the people around the love interest starting to fear or be disgusted by the love interest, spreading rumors or false evidence that make the love interest look horrible so no one else will want to be around them, not even family and friends, leaving the yandere to be the only person the love interest can rely on and feel accepted and loved by. by doing this, the people close to the love interest will eventually disappear from their lives by their own volition, and the only one around to show their “understanding” and “compassion” to the love interest will be the yandere, without anyone else getting in the way.’
“she’s here..”
“is that her?..” they’re loud.
“she’s the girl who—..” they’re too loud. you finally cover your ears up with your shaky hands, legs now in hurry towards the entrance. eyes fixated on the ground, sweat rushing down on your forehead.
“they’re at it again?” a voice questioned, mockery evident in their tone. you shot up you’re head, accidentally staring right into his piercing orbs. he didn’t break the eye contact, stood his ground. a half smile rolling up to his face.
you swallow deeply, failing to give answer and with slower steps this time, carrying-on the mourning on your way. his hand snaked up to your left shoulder, squeezing it firmly.
“you… why are you always here for me?.. " his mouth parted, eyes widened a little, clearing his throat before answering the question. “how come the gossips not scared you off?..” your tone fading down word by word.
“let’s not bother talking about that.. focus on me. me, the only one left for you..”
he didn’t have the control over you? oh he must have it over other people. since, who would want to hang out with someone like you? someone, who steals, who always spread bad things about other, who is allegedly two-faced? no one. no one but him. haitani rindou. yes, he is the only person remained in your orbit. the desperate clinging to others only scared them off even more. why bother trying?
there was no room for guilt and remorse, just focusing on the goal. they left. they finally left. and he succeeded, even with muddy hands in the end. you were the goal.
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🇮🇿🇦🇳🇦 𓆩❤︎𓆪
' ｄｅｌｕｓｉｏｎ '
‘the shock trope delusion yandere will create a false happy life with their loved one in their mind despite the real absence of the love interest in it or bad conditions around them. they will imagine and truly believe that they are in a close relationship with their love interest, sometimes even in their ideal home and a family life of their own. the yandere would be the only character to believe in this fictional reality without knowing the real sad truth.’
“and what do you know about her?” a taller male questioned, while walking forward with slow steps.
“so much more than anyone else…” he answers, peeking out under his white locks.
“you say that she’s head over heels for you, does she even know y—”
“yes.” a simple grumble falls from his lips, fearing if he looks to the person next to him, his hand would not stop ‘till guy’s beat to pulp.
“you’re crazy..” a whisper hit izana’s ear, he rewarded it by picking up his pace, leaving his company behind, shocked. they didn’t know you. izana was the one, the only one who knew who you were deep down. -obviously, when he was your boyfriend. in fast steps, izana passed by you, shoulder lightly brushing against yours. he had to hold himself back from outright attack you with his embrace, instead, he sent a small smile in your direction.
‘you saw him again, who was he? he must know me..’ these thoughts filled your head once again, it’s been like this… for a while now. out from pure curiosity, your head snapped around, fingers snaking around his biceps, stopping izana in his steps.
his orchid eyes burned a hole into your arm, as he watched intensely your hold on his arm. then those cold eyes traveled up to your face, seeing your eyebrows furrow, the edge of his mouth twitched into a smirk.
“who… are you?”
“darling…” the words were muttered, his head slightly angled downwards even though his eyes stared into yours, without an ounce of hesitation to turn away. “your boyfriend… don’t you recognize me?…”
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!
