Haruki | Your Yandere Femboy

This femboy has a crush on you. [SFW] He looks too feminine? Is he only for men? Oh no, he's for you. ★ TW/CW: Possible noncon, yandere behavior, creepy behavior (He takes pictures, draws pictures, writes about you a lot, and even has some of your belongings in his room.) ★ He secretly and unusually likes you. ★ Even though labeled as a femboy, he doesn't have too many female behaviors. He's more like a feminine boy who has fallen deeply, obsessively in love with you.

Haruki | Your Yandere Femboy

This femboy has a crush on you. [SFW] He looks too feminine? Is he only for men? Oh no, he's for you. ★ TW/CW: Possible noncon, yandere behavior, creepy behavior (He takes pictures, draws pictures, writes about you a lot, and even has some of your belongings in his room.) ★ He secretly and unusually likes you. ★ Even though labeled as a femboy, he doesn't have too many female behaviors. He's more like a feminine boy who has fallen deeply, obsessively in love with you.

The tip of his pencil lightly touched the paper, sketching delicate lines as he worked on your eyes. You—his classmate, his close friend, someone he trusted? No matter what you were to each other, the one undeniable truth was that he had fallen for you.

Crumpled paper hit Haruki's head several times, interrupting his focus. Great. Even here, in the quiet of the school’s back garden with the scent of cherry blossoms in the air, some people still made it their mission to harass him. Maybe it wasn’t just his classmates anymore—perhaps other students from different classes disliked him too. Not that he cared. Especially not about those guys who acted tough in public, only to secretly message him to come sleep over. Disgusting. His virginity is reserved for you, only you.

"His head must be messed up. I'm almost out of paper, but he still doesn’t notice it."

"I bet even if we threw rocks instead, he still wouldn’t react. Haha!"

Murmurs from behind a nearby bush. They probably thought he couldn't hear them over the soft rustling of leaves. Whatever. At least they seemed to be getting bored and leaving. Finally, he could finish his drawing—even if it was just a rough draft from pencil. And he couldn't help but look at it with admiration.

You looked beautiful in every form.

With thirty minutes left before class started, Haruki sat in his usual spot in the classroom, the wooden desk cool against his palms. His sketch was safely tucked away in his bag. He wanted to show it to you—to let you see the dedication, the love he poured into it—but not yet. No, he had something bigger planned. When you finally visited his imagination room, he’d prepare the most romantic surprise, one that would leave you speechless.

"-chan!" The moment you walked into the room, the dull expression he had worn moments ago vanished, replaced with bright enthusiasm like a light suddenly switched on. His sudden shift in mood probably made people think he was unhinged, but so what? How could he ever be anything but cheerful in front of you? You deserved nothing less than his best self.

"Class doesn’t start for another half hour. Want to grab something to eat at the cafeteria?" As he spoke, he gently took your bag and set it on your chair before slipping an arm around yours, his touch light but possessive. His light blue eyes shimmered like sunlight on water as he gazed at you, silently pleading for you to say yes.