Fake: a Kagehina yandere au

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Hinata gased at Kageyama from a few seats away, diregarding what the teacher was saying. The silky black hair, and blueberry eyes were enticing. Intoxiating even. He couldn't get enough of the sight of them. He loved it so much, and he wanted them to be his. All his. Anyone who dared would pay.

Even during practice, he thought about them, along with the game. He put his all cause he knew those intoxicating eyes were on him, and it made him feel like he could fly. He would so anything to get the boy whos eyes trapped him in such a spell to love him, and cherish him. He would cage him if nothing else and keep him as a pet in his basement if he couldn't. And if that didn't work, they'd be together in the afterlife, or the next life depending on what you believed in. He just had to have them.

He didn't even realize he was spaced out thinking until the bell rang. "Kageyama! Hey wanna go practice?" He asked, hopeful to spend time with him.

"Hmm? Oh I can't right away. Someone asked me to meet them on the rooftop. I'll meet up with you in a few. Okay?" Hinata felt his heart shatter, but kept a stright face as to not let the other know something was wrong.

"Gah, but it's no fun without you! How about I wait at the stairs for you?"

"Tsk. Do what you want then. I've got to get going." Hinata knew all to well what would happen. Kageyama was being confessed to. He felt jelousy and rage at the girl to do what he would do in just a few wees time, and taking away what was rightfully his. So he followed kageyama from a distance, and as kageyama opened the door to the roof, he caught a glimpse of the girl. She had long black hair and big brown eyes, and reeked of rose perfume that she obviously used too much of. He could smell her from ten feet away. Her eyes were framed by thick eyelashes and glasses what were a bright blue. He knew her. Sugiya Kanaha. She often watched them practice lately, and would often ask kageyama to walk her home.

As the rage built, he saw red. He knew what he had to do. It was just a matter of waiting.

After waiting five minutes at the bottom of the stairwell, heput his smile back on as he heard footsteps coming down. It was kageyama, who seemed normal. "So, what happened?"

"You know that girl that's been coming to watch practice lately?" He nodded. "She confessed to me." He faked suprise and jelousy.

"Gah! I wish someone would confess to me! What'd you say?"

"I said no. I'm not really interested in girls. I'd rather focus more on volleyball to be completely honest."

"Woah, really?" He celebrated on the inside. But he was also plotting. If she thought she was safe she was dead wrong. She was going to pay fo rthinking she could steal his kageyama. His setter. They belonged together, and Hinata couldn't stand the thought of someone else loving kageyama, nor kageyama loving someone else. He'd make sure that he loved him, no matter what.

"Yeah. She's not my type anyways, even if I was interested in girls."

"So what are you interested in anyways?"

"Guys." Hinata cheered in his head again. But any girl or guy in his way would suffer on his quest for love.

After they parted ways after school, he felt empty. He finished biking back to his house, and after greeting his family and eating dinner, he went up to his room, and looked into his closet at all the news articals about kageyama, along with the photos he's taken with his phone when the boy wasn't looking, or selfies he took when they were together. His shrine to him. He'd do anything for him. The stolen items he wouldn't miss like a few pencils, or a few snipits of hair he took when he went to his house for a sleepover once. And the photos of him asleep he took. He was so cute when unconsious. As much as he'd like to go back to kageyamas to watch him sleep like he's done so many times before, he had something to do.

He looked up the girl from earlier on snapchat, and smiled when he saw she had her location on. He grabbed some gloves and a hoodie, and slid out his window into the cold night, using his phone to find her address. He saw a window on the first floor in the dead of night. Not a being awake. He slid in through the unlocked window, closing it on his way in, and crept over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife. The house was new, no creeks, no alarm, no nothing. Perfect for him, terrible for Sugiya.

Carefully going up the steps, he went into the room with her name. Curtans closed, and Sugiya asleep in her bed. The last time she'd ever sleep in it as he walked over, not a peep coming from him. He raised the knife, and took a breath. And with one swift motion, he plunghed it into her throat. She opened her eyes to scream from the pain, but all that came out was blood. And like that, she was gone. He smiled, overcome with pure ecstasy, and took the knife out, before he stabbed her again, and again, painting the sheets and floor crimson. The quiet sound of the knife cutting her flesh was satisfying a need he never knew about. He wanted to laugh until he cried over the sensation. But first he needed to get out.

He opened her window, and crawled out, hanging into the ledge, and closing it again, hoping he didnt disturb the curtians too much. And with that, he dropped. It was only ten feet. He ran home, iggling like a luniatic the whole way, his clothes covered in blood. He'd have to trash them later, or look up how to clean blood. But it didnt matter. He climed into his own room window and calmed himself, stripping the bloody garments off his body, after already washing his face off outside. Stuffing them under his bed, he got into his pj's and went to bed with a smile on his face.

The next morning as him mom was watching the news, he saw the report on his handiwork and tried not to smile in pride. he could care less about what everyone thought. This was his warning. Stay away from kageyama.