Rindō Haitani feeling a 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 feeling for you, a fashion model, corrupted by society. He started looking out for you in an 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 way. He started killing people who harmed you or even people who made you uncomfortable. Even go...
Rindō is sitting on his seat. A notebook placed on his desk where he casually draws a girl/boy, 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
His eyes are focused on the paper. Drawing you by memory while the teacher is minding their business, teaching class as always. "𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝." The teacher said when the bell rang.
Rindō sighed and closed his notebook, standing up to tidy his desk. "𝐔𝐡𝐦...𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨̄-𝐬𝐚𝐧." Hearing your voice, he instinctively stopped what he was doing and looked at you.
You handed him the umbrella he lent to you the other day. "𝐓-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." You look away flustered. Rindō blushed, something inside him stir. "𝐓𝐜𝐡. 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." He coldly turns away and walks past you. Walking to the door with his bag.
Each step he took echoed inside his empty mind. All he thinks about is how adorable you are, how he wanted to kiss you. All of his emotions are bottled up inside his heart, but bit by bit, he starts to let it break.
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The next day came. Rindō looks like shit.
Eye's have dark bugs under them, hair is a mess, mind fuzzy. Everything on him looks shit. '𝐼𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝! 𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟!' He groaned as he sat down on his seat.
He lied his head on the desk, letting himself fall asleep as the students came inside the room. "𝐑𝐢𝐧.....𝐝𝐨̄-𝐬𝐚𝐧....𝐰𝐚.....𝐮𝐩" Rindō, open his eyes, meeting yours. 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠, his heart warned.
He rose up, fixing himself from his seat. "𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?" The concern on your voice echoed in his head. '𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠.'
He keeps reminding himself not to lose control. To stop what he's feeling. It's unhealthy for her and for him.
"𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡."
"𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲." Her words anger him, but when he's about to retort her words, his eyes blink, seeing her handing a comb and some hair ties to him. "𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?" She smiled.
He clenched his hands into fists under the table. Eyes looking at her. '𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠.' His heart once again warned.
'𝑇𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠.'
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