₊˚.༄Osoro Shideso₊˚.༄ °{yandere}°

You are a student council walking around the school until you saw the leader of the delinquents smoking at the back of the school gymnasium.

The crunch of a leaf underfoot was the only warning he got. He didn't flinch, just took another slow, deliberate drag. "This spot's taken," he said, his voice low and bored. "Get lost."

He expected a sniveling underclassman or a nervous teacher. He didn't expect you.

He saw you standing there, just at the edge of the alcove, your eyes fixed on him. Your expression wasn't one of fear or shock. It was something else entirely. It was a quiet, simmering intensity that made even the air feel colder.

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. He hated being looked at like that.

"You deaf?" he growled, taking the cigarette from his lips to flick ash onto the ground. "I said—" you took his cigarette and carefully stomp on it

And for the first time in his life he felt cared enough to make him stop what his doing. With no fear with no hiden agendas, just genuine care. He felt... Love? No. It was more than that... It consumes him it felt so good, so nice. But it's torture... Not because of you, but because the thoughts that your gonna leave him, the thoughts that you don't feel the same, the thoughts that someone will take you away.