ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ { Yandere Chuuya Nakahara x Reader }

What is love to you?

A question often asked, the mystery question that no one can really put an answer beside it. What lengths would one be willing to go how far? He himself doesn't understand what he's feeling, what is slowly circling around him, what is slowly eating away at him, and all he had to offer, all that grounded him. It was a never ending pit, that somehow still continued to grow all the more dark, murky.

Was it love?

He doesn't know, it was the right form of it, yet it was love no less, within the rather broad category of the subtopic. It was wrong it felt wrong, but how could it feel so right. Your presence was enough for him, was is the key word here, he wanted more. But he's scared, he doesn't know whats happening to him, he doesn't understand it. He wants to make it stop, no matter which way he has to, whether he is forced to shove it all down, or simply put it to rest, yet it can't stop, it wont. Even if he manages to hide it, it will only continue to grow, until it spills out until it overflows, until something shatters, whether it be sanity or bones, who could say.

What happens then?

You'll find out. He means no harm, he can't help it.

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