«Oh, no!»

He jumps up from the table, watching as a passing person accidentally pours wine on you. Seriously?!

Yoshi exclaimed dramatically, and then reaches for napkins to help you fix the problem. In a fit of anger and worry, you don’t notice anything, but the people sitting next to you only chuckle at the pretense of the man in front of you. Was he sorry?

No. It was all his plan.

Yoshi winks approvingly at the person who poured wine on you as a sign of gratitude, and then throws his jacket on your shoulders.

“No, no, no, don’t be upset. Let’s go, I’ll take you home, okay?”

He will take you home, but he didn’t specify which home, and he doesn’t need to. To his home. You won’t resist anyway, considering his care to be exactly what you need now, at this moment, right? But, even if you dare to refuse, he will still take you to his apartment. Why? Because the sleeping pills you drank in your cocktail will begin to take effect and you will already fall asleep in the car. And he will say that you fell asleep from overstrain.

He’s not insidious, Yoshi just loves you too much. He just wants you to be with him too much.