Animal くコ:彡 Yandere Bungou stray dogs

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Pairing: Ranpo

Theme warnings: stalking.

Type: Oneshot

Summary:
You were played a fool.

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He knew you. Your past. Your secrets. And what he'd like to call,

Your future.

With him to be exact.

Though you had only got to know him once Fukuzawa introduced the two of you, he seemed to know more about you than you did about yourself.

Nerve racking, truly. It was.

You had just guessed it was his ability, ultra deduction that let him know things ahead of time, maybe that's why he's the strategist in the group. You had an ability too. Simple gravitational pull that lets you levitate small objects, though the limit never breaks past a pillow, the ability works according to size and not weight. It can be useful, yes. But you'd argue that it too basic and that it can hardly be called a gift.

A gift.

Yes, a gift is also what you received the other day. It was a simple box with white wrapping paper and a red flower made out of ribbons stuck to the top that sat on your front yard.

You carefully picked it up before looking around and at seeing nothing, you went back inside of your house, closing and locking the door in the process. You placed the box gently on the kitchen counter and began to unwrap the box. Once done you proceeded to open the box, nervously.

What you found inside was a letter and a small navy blue jewelry box. You opened the jewelry box first and inside was a pendent of the initial R. You carefully examined it before placing it back to open the letter. It looked old but the ink was fresh.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I think your pretty.
Do you think too?

Do you think too? Is that supposed to ask if you think of yourself as pretty? Weird. It doesn't have anything else on it, not even an undersign.

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Did you like it? The pendent?

Those were the only thoughts he had.

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It's been 4 months. And very single day would be the same, receiving a letter and sometimes a gift along with. The letters always felt like riddles more than a confession, it was fun to read them but it was getting weird.

At first you thought it might be one of your co-workers but turns out it was none of them. So, it was clear it was someone anonymous.

You started to find them creepy, they always were a question of if you were confident in yourself or not, if you really never doubted yourself, If. If. If

And today you got another one. This time an envelope but you knew it was from him. You opened it and to your surprise, it wasn't a letter this time but rather a photo with something written on the back.

It doesn't matter.
But you know it does.

It was odd and confusing so you flipped it around to take a look at the picture.

You wished you didn't.

You almost let out a scream and dropped the photo. It was dark but clear enough to make out the picture. A bloodied scene of an old friend. You quickly placed the photo back and took out your phone to dial your friend's number.