These are just little yandere oneshots, just like the title says!
What harm could it do if it's just through a digital screen?
Or is something lurking beneath that?
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.You couldn't think of anyone not liking the calm, white–haired boy. He was such a darling.
Sure, he spoke in poems, but he cared for everyone. Especially you.
You were his favourite person, the highlight of his day, his girlfriend. He loved you, adored you, owned you.
Maybe that's why you were in chains.
You deserved this, didn't you? You disobeyed his rules. This was just your punishment, right?
He stared down at you lovingly with those those beautiful red eyes. Those loving, soft eyes.
"I hate to see you like this, Y/N."
You felt tears stain your cheeks. You were crying? When did you start crying?
His hand softly grazed your cheek. You wanted, no, needed more of his touch.
His hand lifted off your cheek and you felt something shock you before you felt numb.
"I'm doing this because I love you, okay?"
Love.
A thing that makes people go to such far lengths.
He loves you. That's why he chained you up, that's why he's slapped you, that's why he shocked you numb.
It was all because of love.
You loved him too. You'd do anything for him too. You loved everything about him.
"Kazuha.."
You saw him look at you once you called his name. Then you fell into a peaceful, long sleep.
When you returned from your sleep, you were still in chains on the cold, steel floor.
Your Kazuha was waiting for you. He noticed that you woke up. He cared if you were alright.
At least, you assumed he did.
That was before you saw him bring out a white object.
A white object...
Wasn't that the glass heart that boy gave to you?
He broke it at your feet, you hissed out due to a shard scraping your leg.
"You will never accept a gift from another man, understood Y/N?"
You had somehow drilled that into your head without him saying that.
You automatically smiled at him, not noticing it. "Of course. The only man that can is you."
Kazuha seemed satisfied with that answer.
He unchained you slowly, staring into your eyes.
Those soft red eyes. Those eyes could be the death of you, the very reason you become corrupt.
Although you wouldn't mind.
The next day everything seemed to return to normal. Kazuha was sleeping next to you and the sun was shining ever so brightly. Your hands felt so free from having those chains taken off.
Maybe it was all some horrifying dream? After all, you'd never disobey Kazuha.
You were still lost in thought when he woke up. You only noticed he did when you felt strong, warm hands rap around you.
"Good morning, darling."
His morning voice seemed to lull you to sleep again.
"Good morning, my love." you smiled.
He pulled you back under the covers and you lightly giggled at that.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fall asleep again. Asleep in his warm embrace.
You felt hot. Insanely hot. Were you on fire? You were on fire. You were sure of it.
You saw a flash of white hair – or a piece of cloth – and red eyes.
That was Kazuha, right? But why were you so unsure of that? Nobody else that you knew had white hair and apple-red eyes.
You looked around you. You weren't on fire. Why did it feel like you still were?
“Y/N..”
A raspy voice called out your name, sounding almost feminine.
“Leave him, return to me Y/N..”
Your head sprang up harshly as you woke up in cold sweat. You also seemed to alert Kazuha, who was watching you while you slept with a smile on his face.
"What's wrong love?" he asked concerningly.
"Just a really horrible nightmare."
Oh how Kazuha wished he could kill anything that caused harm to you. Watch them scream, bleed, squirm or even be burned alive. He would love to destroy anything that even dared to gaze upon his lover.
He cuddled you and trapped you in his arms.
"I'm here for you, okay?" you felt him kiss your neck. "I'll always be here for you."
It gave you a sense of comfort knowing someone cared for you.
“I love you, Y/N.”
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