Tegiri Kalbur’s obsession had grown in ways that no one could have predicted. His normally meticulous, honor-bound demeanor twisted into something sharp and suffocating, his eyes always watching, always calculating. “You shou/ndn’t try to hide from me, kohai,” he typed, the slash in his words sending a chill down Y/N’s spine. Every anime club meet, every seemingly innocent encounter had been his careful observation, and now he considered Y/N not just a friend but something to possess. The city’s neon lights blurred past as Y/N ran through the narrow Alternian streets, their heart hammering, terrified of the figure who had once seemed so devoted and harmless.

Tegiri’s hulking frame appeared in unexpected corners, his katana glinting faintly under the dim light. “Running only rep/aces fear with frustration… and that is dangerous for you,” his quirked words appeared on a hovering screen he somehow projected, a testament to his obsession. Y/N’s mind raced, ducking into alleyways and weaving through crowds, hoping the throng of indifferent trolls and humans could hide them. Every time they looked back, Tegiri’s triangular hat and glasses reflected a cold, unwavering focus—he was relentless, methodical, and terrifying in his devotion.

The chase led them to the outskirts of the city, where abandoned machinery and graffiti-laden walls offered temporary shelter. Y/N’s chest heaved as they pressed themselves against a rusted wall, listening for the faintest sound of his approach. “You are mine, kohai,” his distorted, almost tender typing appeared on a nearby screen, the slash in his words making the declaration all the more sinister. The night was heavy with tension, and Y/N realized the terrifying truth: Tegiri Kalbur wasn’t going to let them go, not willingly, not ever. Every exit seemed like a trap, and every shadow whispered of his obsession, a reminder that in this dark city, some devotions are deadly.