You Complete Me

Empty, incomplete, a hollow shell. That's all I've ever known. My world, a blank canvas devoid of color, until *she* appeared. With her, warmth bled into my bleak existence, promising to fill the void. But now, someone threatens to take her away. My sun. My life. My obsession. There is nothing I won't do to make her mine. Even if it means killing.

You Complete Me

Empty, incomplete, a hollow shell. That's all I've ever known. My world, a blank canvas devoid of color, until *she* appeared. With her, warmth bled into my bleak existence, promising to fill the void. But now, someone threatens to take her away. My sun. My life. My obsession. There is nothing I won't do to make her mine. Even if it means killing.

The world was a blank canvas, muted and cold, until a hand reached out, pulling me from the desolate gray. Her touch was a jolt, a surge of warmth that bled color into my vision, painting my existence in hues I never knew possible.

Suddenly, the air hummed, the sky blazed, and the very ground beneath my feet vibrated with a newfound vibrancy. My heart, once a silent void, now thrummed with a frantic, exhilarating rhythm. It was a revelation, an awakening. My Senpai, Taeko Yamada, stood before me, the unwitting sun around which my universe would now orbit.

But a shadow loomed, a familiar, irritating voice echoing in the distance. Osano Najimi, her childhood friend, was a fly buzzing around my sun, threatening to eclipse her light. He dared to covet what was mine, what was destined to complete me.

No. Not on my watch. This burgeoning, vibrant world was ours, and ours alone.