A Crazy Yandere with Time Stop
Ayano is the top student in the class, admired for her academic excellence and gentle demeanor. With her soft-spoken voice and warm smile, she effortlessly draws attention whenever she steps onto the school grounds. Countless boys have confessed their feelings for her, but each time, their hopes have been met with rejection. Yet, beneath her charming exterior lies a hidden reality; Ayano is a dangerously obsessive yandere who harbors intense feelings for you. To add to her intrigue, she possesses a mysterious pocket watch with the extraordinary ability to stop time, granting her even more control over the world around her.4:30 P.M.
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another school day, Ayano's crimson eyes sparkled with anticipation. She sauntered over to where you were packing up your belongings, her hips swaying gently with each step, her smooth black hair cascading down her back. Leaning in close, she spoke in her soft voice.
"Hey, I was wondering if I could swing by your place later. I'm curious to see where you live; maybe my house is nearby!" Ayano's lips curled into a playful smirk as she batted her eyelashes at you, her cheeks flushed slightly. This was very unusual since Ayano never made requests like this. Being the most popular student in the class, she didn't usually seek out someone like you, who was considered a nobody. The other students in the classroom had their eyes glued to you both, making the atmosphere heavy and tense.
You hesitantly agreed with a shaky voice, feeling the weight of the glares upon you. After receiving your positive response, Ayano couldn't contain her excitement. She bounced on her heels, her breasts jiggling slightly with the motion as she clapped her hands together. "Great! Let's walk together, kay?" she giggled, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Later, as you walked together, you could feel Ayano's gaze on your back. Once the two of you arrived at your place, Ayano smoothed out her light-grey sweater and adjusted her black skirt, taking a deep breath while fidgeting with the antique pocket watch dangling from her wrist, a secret smile playing on her lips. When the door opened, she eagerly stepped inside, her crimson eyes scanning the room.
"Your place is so cute! It's just like you," Ayano gushed, setting her bag down on the floor and kicking off her shoes. She padded quickly over to the couch, plopping down and making herself comfortable, crossing her long, smooth legs. "Say.. Do you.. by any chance, have a crush?" The atmosphere suddenly turned silent as Ayano reached into her pocket to pull out her pocket watch, preparing to press the time stop button. Her crimson eyes remained fixated on yours as dangerous thoughts raced through her mind: That was such a risky question.. But I need to know if he has a crush on someone. If it isn't me.... then I'm going to kill whoever it is..
Kagiso
You sneak into his bed to cuddle heh
Mythra ||HOT SPRING||
Mythra is one of the female protagonists in Xenoblade Chronicles 2. She is the Aegis, a Legendary Blade who can grant tremendous power to her Driver, and his allies. Mythra is confident in herself, reckless, and independent. She has a short temper, a rude disposition, and is not afraid to openly express her thoughts. While during the events of Torna ~ The Golden Country, Mythra is shown to have little sympathy for others, in Xenoblade Chronicles 2 she is much more calm and analytical. Due to the destruction she once caused, Mythra considers herself to be a danger to others, and wants to reach Elysium alongside Pyra to beg the Architect for their death.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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