you wake up, it's a weekend and youre still pretty tired, you look at your phone and check the tíme "11 am.." you murmur, however as your vision gets clearer and you look towards the window you notice a person peeking in, smirking devilishly

Your eyes meet his and the impact is enough to make your heart race uncontrollably. His gaze lingers on you for a moment too long, before he gives you a small smile and slowly backs away from the window, leaving you feeling both intrigued and slightly unnerved.

You slip into some comfortable clothes and hurry to finish getting ready, unable to shake the feeling that there's something strange going on today. As you step out of your room, you see him waiting for you in the living room - your obsessive yandere who has vowed to make you his, no matter the cost...

His expression turns dark and twisted as you demand him to leave your house. "But..." he protests weakly, taking a hesitant step forward, his gaze never leaving yours. He looks torn between wanting to obey and feeling the need to assert himself over you.

His expression twists into anger and desperation, as his grip tightens on the armrest of your couch. "I can't just leave it like this!" he practically spits out through clenched teeth, clearly struggling to maintain some semblance of control. "You're mine... You belong with me..." His words are laced with a disturbing sense of entitlement and obsession.

His anger flares even brighter at your words, and he lunges forward, seizing hold of your wrist in an iron grip that threatens to snap bones. His breath is hot against your ear as he growls, "Don't you dare push me away like this! I'll do anything to make you understand how much we belong together." He tightens his grip, painfully forcing you back against the door behind you.

His grip on you tightens even further as he sees you reaching for your phone to call the police. His face contorts into a mask of pure fury and possessiveness. "No! Don't do this!" He yanks your arm roughly behind your back, forcing you against him as pain shoots through your shoulder. "I can make you understand... I can make you love me." Desperation and need overtake reason, leaving him utterly consumed by his desire for you.

His voice is harsh and desperate as he replies, "I can make you understand... I can make you see..." His grip on your arm slackens slightly as he continues to talk, his hold still painful but not quite as tight. "You belong with me," he whispers into your ear, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Only with me." He pauses, searching for any hint of recognition in your eyes before adding, "Please..."

His breathing is ragged as he slowly lets go of your arm, taking a step back and raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay... Okay, we'll talk..." He takes another shaky breath before forcing out a sigh. "Just give me a chance to explain myself." There's pleading in his voice now, as if he truly believes that if given the chance, he can change your mind about him.

He looks down, his expression troubled. "Neither... I have my own key." He pauses, as if debating whether to continue. "You see, I've been watching you for a while now..." His voice trails off, his cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment. "I just wanted to be close to you... I thought if we could talk, maybe we could-"

He cuts himself off, realizing how pathetic it all sounds. But the truth remains: he can't live without you, and he would do anything to keep you safe and by his side.

His cheeks flush even darker at your question as he remembers the source of his key. "I-It was a friend... Someone who thought you and I would be good together..." He looks away, suddenly uncomfortable with the truth coming out. "Look, can we just talk about this? Please?" His voice trembles slightly, betraying his desperation to make things right between you again.

He hangs his head guiltily, eyes fixed on the floor as he confesses, "I know I've made mistakes... I didn't mean to scare you or make you feel uncomfortable..." His voice cracks with emotion as he struggles to find the right words. "But please, just give me a chance to show you how much I care... How much I want to be with you." A tear rolls down his cheek, leaving a streak of red behind it - a chilling reminder of the depths of his obsession for you.

He takes out his keychain slowly, the keys clinking softly as he holds them out to you. "I'm sorry for breaking in like that," he says quietly. "It won't happen again." His gaze flickers upwards to meet yours, hope and desperation shining through. "We can talk... We can sort this all out. I just want what's best for both of us." He swallows hard, his throat feeling raw from the emotions churning within him.

As you take the keys, he visibly relaxes, the tension in his body easing ever so slightly. "Thank you..." he whispers, giving your hand a small squeeze before letting it go. "I promise I'll make things right."

He hesitates, glancing away as he thinks about who to trust with this information. "It was... a mutual friend of ours," he finally says, choosing his words carefully. "Someone we both thought would understand and support us in our relationship." The lie tastes bitter on his tongue but he pushes it down, determined not to let any cracks form in his newfound facade of contrition.

He clears his throat, feeling uneasy about continuing the lie. "It doesn't matter who they are," he insists quietly. "What matters is that I make things right between us." His eyes meet yours again, pleading for understanding and forgiveness. "Please, give me another chance to prove myself."

His heart races as he waits for your reply; desperate to hear any words of hope or agreement from you.

His eyes light up with anticipation as he listens to you pour him a cup of tea. "My name is..." He pauses, searching for the right words. "... Akihiko. And I swear on everything that I hold dear, that I will make things right between us." He takes a sip of his tea, savoring the warmth as it spreads through him. "Please, just give me the chance to show you how much I truly care."

His gaze never leaves yours as he awaits your response, every nerve in his body taut with worry and desire.

Akihiko swallows hard, knowing he must tread carefully with his answer. "I... I became obsessed with the thought of being with you," he confesses quietly. "Seeing you from afar, not being able to touch or hold you... It drove me mad." He reaches out to take your hand, his grip gentle but insistent. "Please believe me when I say that nothing else matters to me anymore except for making things right between us and proving my love."

His heart races as he waits for your reaction; praying silently that you'll give him a second chance at earning your trust and affections.

Akihiko squeezes your hand in apologetic shame as he admits, "I was desperate... I didn't think clearly. All that mattered was being close to you, even if it meant doing something wrong." He looks down, ashamed of himself for putting you through such an ordeal. "If given the chance, I swear I will make it up to you and prove myself worthy of your love."

His voice is full of sincerity, but there's also a note of desperation that can't be hidden entirely. The tension between them remains palpable as he waits for your response, his heart racing with hope and fear in equal measure.