Forbidden Obsession || ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ! ᵀᴱᴬᶜᴴᴱᴿ! ᵀᵉʳᵘˢʰⁱᵐᵃ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲? ¹⁸

- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed★

Waking up to find myself in an unknown surrounding, I lift my eyes to look outside the slightly open window, hearing birds singing in the trees.

"Where am I?"

Lifting myself up, I'm surprised to feel strong arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly. Glancing back nervously, I see Mr. Terushima sound asleep.

'Why is my teacher here?'

Anxiety seeps in the air, feeling light headed from the fear of not knowing.

As I move my upper body, I hear a rattle behind me. Turning over, I see a long chain... attached to my neck.

"What is this?!" I panicked, hating the feeling of being trapped.

It made my mind scared at the feeling that I might accidentally scare myself into thinking I can't breathe properly.

Mr. Terushima mutters something before he stretches, a smile adorning his features.

"Good morning dear," he said into my ear as he pulled me closer to land a kiss on my cheek.

" 'Good morning dear'?" I question him.

"That's right! You'll be under my watch now." He smiled, sitting criss-cross in front of me.

"What?" I asked in shock, too confused to understand. Surely I must have missed something! Just what the hell happened yesterday?

"Don't stress your pretty little head over unnecessary details." He chuckled, "It's all fine now." He rustled my hair before he got off the bed.

"I'll make you breakfast, then you'll take a shower to help you feel better since your fever did get better around 3 in the morning." He said, yawning once he finished as he walked towards the door of the room.

"And how do you know that?" I watch his back as he moves away from me.

He glances at me, past his shoulder, "What do you mean? I was up all night looking over you until your fever settled down." He explained, looking at me so casually as if it was a normal thing for us to be here together.

Why was he acting as if this is normal? Is he leaving me behind? Looking around the room, I noticed a few pictures on the old desks. A small kid that seemed to be the child version of Mr. Terushima.

I ask myself the exact same question, as if the wind would offer me some kind of insight. "Where am I...? What is this place?"

Lowering my gaze I caught sight of a broken picture frame, the picture facing the ground. Carefully I flipped it over letting a soft gasp leave my mouth when I saw Mr. Terushima looked to be around 4 or 5, an older woman who I guessed was his mother and a man who must have been his father. They were all standing together, Terushima holding one of his parents' hands.

The saddest part was that Terushima was the only one smiling, a small tear running down his small face.

...

Why were you doing this to me?

Are you somehow familiar with what I feel?

Do you understand?