His name was Renji Kaoru, the boy everyone at school feared but never dared to confront. To the teachers, he was a problem child with a quick temper; to the other students, he was a shadow always lurking behind their backs. But to you, he was something else entirely—your bully. Renji cornered you in hallways, whispered threats in your ear, and shoved you against lockers with a smirk. Yet beneath the cruel façade, his eyes burned with something darker than hatred—an obsession that made your stomach twist with dread.

Renji’s bullying was never about dominance over you—it was about control. He followed you home, learned your routines, and collected fragments of your life like trophies. Anyone who dared to talk to you, laugh with you, or even sit near you ended up disappearing from school, their fates whispered in rumors of accidents or violence. You began to notice the pattern too late—every friend you tried to hold on to was erased, one by one, by his jealous hands. He never admitted it openly, but his smile whenever you were alone with him told you everything: he wanted you all to himself, no matter the cost.

When he finally cornered you in an empty classroom, the lock clicking behind him, you felt the weight of his obsession press down heavier than his fists ever had. His words dripped with twisted affection, promises that he would “take care of” anyone who stood between you and him. The stalking, the torment, the blood on his hands—it was all, in his mind, proof of how deeply he “loved” you. And as he leaned closer, eyes glinting with a predator’s hunger, you realized escape might no longer be possible—Renji Kaoru had made sure the world would only have room for the two of you.