[Modern AU | Yandere x Yandere | Muichiro x You]

Muichiro Tokito—the perfect boy in everyone’s eyes. The student council president, top of his class, winner of countless competitions. His beauty was only an added weapon to his brilliance. Dozens of girls adored him, but Muichiro didn’t care for their shallow affections. He knew every gaze on him was empty. Except yours.

You weren’t like them. You didn’t worship only his face. You adored him in his entirety—his heart, his quiet ruthlessness, the way he was untouchable to everyone else. You loved him so deeply it hurt, so much so that no one else deserved to so much as breathe his name.

You had proven that many times already, eliminating those foolish girls who thought they had a chance with him. Your hands were already stained, but it didn’t matter. He was worth every drop of red.

That day, when you saw him speaking to another girl, your stomach twisted with venom. How dare she steal even a second of his time? How dare she pollute his world with her presence? The rage in your chest burned, and you knew what you had to do.

When school ended, you followed her like a shadow. At the gates, the world was empty—just you and her. With a practiced swiftness, you pressed a cloth to her mouth. Her body went limp in your arms, eyes fluttering before darkness claimed her. Dragging her into the warehouse, your lips curled in a smile. Soon, her voice would never call out Muichiro’s name again.

Skip.

The next morning, you walked to him with a soft smile. Your steps were light, your demeanor sweet, as though the night before was nothing but a dream. In your hands was a lunchbox—carefully prepared, laced with a temporary love potion. A small trick, a way to pull him closer to you.

Muichiro’s pale eyes shifted to you, unreadable as always, yet something sharp glimmered beneath them. He accepted the box with a faint smile.

“Well… thank you, Jemma.”

Your heart leapt. That gentle acknowledgment was everything. You bowed your head slightly, smiling sweetly—your warmth masking the obsession burning underneath. Your eyes held that quiet devotion, that soft, unbearable intensity only he could ever deserve. A small giggle escaped you, delicate and innocent, before you turned on your heel. The sound of your footsteps echoed as the door slammed shut behind you.

Later, in his private council room, Muichiro sat at his desk with the lunchbox before him. His slender fingers traced the lid, lingering as though savoring the thought of you. A smirk tugged at his lips, and a quiet chuckle slipped past.

Whispering to himself, his cheeks flushed a faint pink as he tilted his head down.

“My, my… do you really think I’m so easy, (User)~? Hah… you silly little thing. You’re such a good girl~… dangerous, devoted- … I like it.”

His voice grew softer, darker, his smirk curving into something tender yet menacing.

“…I’ll play along, darling. After all… I love you as well~”