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A follow up (yet again) to the Tenma fanfic maybe? One where, you know the reader is fully blown up recover as much mentally than physically and basically break down Tenma desillusions? How would Tenma react, I've been wondering? If you don't want to writte up yet another follow up then I understand, and sorry for bothering you (´・ω・`)

✧ Yandere!Kenzo x Reader

Oooh, thank you for the request, anon! I really like the idea of a soft yandere being confronted. I think the most tension can be had because they'll actually give you room to speak and possibly gain some clarity.

And you shouldn't apologize, you're no bother at all 💗 Tenma in this makes me think of this tweet LMAO (also, if any mistakes are noticed, please tell me. I had to edit this on mobile and I might have more errors than usual)

TW: Kidnapping, stalking, you're really mean to Tenma 💔 (but for good reason)

Kenzo was following you.

You weren’t naive enough to believe it was pure coincidence. But you were optimistic enough to hope he was just finding excuses to check on you after your discharge.

He always fret over you when you were in his care. At least from what you could remember.

It was miserable being so out of tune with your memory from how drugged up you were. The only thing that could effortlessly clear the fog shrouding your brain was the sunny company of Dr. Kenzo.

If you needed the help, you’d be elated. But you obviously didn’t.

It was just becoming creepy how insistent the man had become on finding you and trapping you in conversation.

“How is your head feeling, [name]?

“Oh, do you remember that one time when we spoke in the hospital-?”

“I hope you haven’t been pushing yourself too much!”

“I actually got something for you. Please, accept it as a memory of our time together.”

Every time he held you up, it felt like he expected you to know a shared secret about your time under his care.

The way his eyes darted around your face looking for any shift in your expression gave it away.

You never figured out what that secret was.

Some weeks had passed after he wedged himself into your daily life. Now, he wasn’t just finding you in grocery stores anymore. He was dangerously close in your neighborhood when you’d leave for the mornings. He was a fleeting figure from the corner of your eye at appointments. He was the pair of eyes staring through you when you took walks around the city.

It was scary how he was occupying every corner of your life. One by one each of your save havens became corrupted by his eventual presence.

The only place left sacred was your home. But was it really? It felt as if you were being backed further and further into a corner. Your last hope for protection could possibly be the very cage he’d trap you in for good to keep you as his own.

Your paranoia proved helpful.

Kenzo was knocking at your door. A smile could be seen upon his face through the slits of your curtains. And if you blinked you would have missed it. Behind him was a winding trail of aimless footprints around your yard. Was he casing your house?

Your lip twitched in disgust.

For a moment, you just stood there.

You can’t call the cops on a stalker with no solid proof, nothing would be done. He didn’t appear to be concealing anything.

Ironic how you were cowering behind your door from the same man who saved your life.

In a split decision, you cracked open your door to your eye and nothing more.

Already Kenzo was glowing at the sound of your locks clicking open. Even more so when he got to see a peak of you.

You must still be shy after all your talks. How cute.

“I was worried you weren’t going to answer!” He chuckled, “I saw your car was parked so I decided to check in with you at home.” Expectantly, he stared at the what little glared back at him.

“Tenma, please… I need you to leave. Now.” Your hand tightened around the knob.

His smile faltered.

“[Name], is everything okay? I can go, but I-” He started until you interjected.

“I know you’ve been stalking me.”

A loud silence followed your claim.

Stalking? Is this delusion what’s making you so skittish?

Already you could sense he was ready to defend himself.

“Tenma. Listen to me.”

His lips pressed to a firm line. All the words waiting to spill stilled in his throat at your order. As he relaxed his body, he looked you straight in the eyes.

“This… this isn’t healthy.”

You came to a slow start. You’d never truly loathed someone as much as the person standing in front of you. So it was natural you were revving to tell him off.

He poorly masked the tension in his shoulders. So badly he wanted to stop you and explain everything away. But he knew he could make you understand once you allowed him his turn. Tenma knew you were just a little confused over a few things. He’s seen it in his patients many times before.

It’s his experience that made it easier to handle you.

“Think about it, critically think. You’re a doctor, you’re more than aware that everything you’ve been doing is fucked.”

You couldn’t help the sharpness of your tongue. It was like another person was speaking for you. After months of this behavior, you could finally pry open his eyes he so willingly squeezed shut. Even if it would sting when you’d inevitably replay the moment in your head.

“I wanted to start over and try being friends, but you insist on acting as my lover. So, listen. Because the next time I repeat this will be over the phone with the police.”

You jabbed your index into the cleft of his chest. The peak of your nail punctuated your wrath. Little by little the door opened wider.

“I am not your girlfriend and I don’t love you in any stretch of the word.”

Surely you didn’t mean that.

“You did your job and I’m grateful for it. But I owe you nothing, doctor.”

This has happened to him before, it’s normal to say the worst things you can when you’re blind with anger.

“And if you really do ‘care’ for me as much as you say, then you’ll get out of my life and never make a nuisance of yourself again.”

Your hand faltered back to your side as you glared searing holes through his skull. The grip you had on the door was white-knuckled and chipping the old paint.

If you weren’t enraged you would’ve felt terrible.

His eyes had widened, glossy developing tears sat heavy on the verge of overflowing. Every defense that he could possibly start with died on the tongue that sat in his agape mouth. The same hands that had been trained to keep steady were trembling at his legs.

It felt like you’d stabbed him. Mercilessly gutted him over and over until he was choked up on his own blood.

He loved you so deeply. Why couldn’t you see that? He’ll prove it. He won’t let you push him away when you surely need him the most.

“Tenma.”

Briefly, his expression perked.

“Get the fuck off my porch.”

The door slammed hard enough to rattle its hinges and blow the hair out of his tear-stained lashes.

A hollowness settled in his body when you shut him out completely.

He weakly began to reach for the handle to try it. To pour out his heart and convince you not to leave him alone.

“Darling... ? Please- please don’t do this.”

His voice was low and desperate.

He knew it wouldn’t draw you back out, but it was all he could express from how weak he felt.

His hand fell limp to his side.

Space, you just wanted space is all.

You couldn’t hate him. God, please don’t hate him.

His mind ran silent as he turned to leave.

He needed a drink.

It was a pleasant surprise that your stern warning had been so effective. No gifts had taken up space at your work or home. Your relationships were all going steady. Not even a glimpse of Tenma could be reported at local markets or restaurants. Things had gotten so good you were bold enough to drive past Eisler Hospital without even thinking of him.

In a morbid way, you were grateful for Tenma’s intrusions. Once you’d gotten him out of your life it made living it so much sweeter.

You could have always come to this newfound appreciation of your life in a better way. It was just the best you could take from a bad situation.

After a night out with a few friends you headed home early.

The drinks and banter were fun, but you had work in the morning. You could already hear your colleagues chiding you for showing up exhausted.

You’d long bid your goodbyes and waved off your friends’ boos and hollers for you to ‘have one more drink!’.

It still made you smile replaying it in your mind while you changed. Maybe another night you’d take them up on it.

Just as you finished, you peeped out of your bedroom window.

The moon had such a beautiful gleam against the misty blades of grass in your yard. It broke your heart to mow over and crush some of the flowers that sprung high above the blades. They broke up the monotony of green and always attracted friendly bees.

Now that you thought about it, you hadn’t cut your yard at all this week. It was too rainy.

You leaned in closer to see what had smooshed some of the flowers.

Surrounding the torn petals was a dark indent.

Footprints.

Your blood ran cold.

You slowly backed from the window. But the realization was all too late.

A hand slapped around your mouth. You felt your heart beating wildly as you were pulled into the hold of the stranger and dragged out of your bedroom.

You screamed through their palm and tried your damndest to land a kick or elbow on them.

They only continued hurriedly backing out of the room and folding your body to easier sit in their arms.

“[Name]! I- I know how this seems, but I’m doing this to protect you! Please, you have to stop fighting me so I can keep you safe!”

They pleaded all while manhandling you closer and closer to the back door.

Wait. You knew that voice.

“Tenma?!”

Your shout was muffled from his palm.

“That’s right, it’s me, you can trust me.”

You could hear the sanguine dripping from his voice. After everything he was still elated that you could recognize him.

 For just a second your body stilled at the revelation. And that was more than enough time for him to move you completely outside.

Your final efforts of escape only managed to loosen his grip on you. By then you were already thrown into the backseat.

He had your wrists gripped tight in an instant while he held you down with his body.

“I have a lot to explain to you. But for now, you’ll have to keep quiet, okay? I won’t hurt you. And I won’t let anyone hurt you, darling."

He cooed, his thumb rubbing nauseating circles into your stinging wrist.

What had he just dragged you into?