Your life was boring, a monotonous cycle that drained the color from your days, your stuffy office job in a cramped cubicle barely paying the bills, its fluorescent lights and endless paperwork a soul-crushing routine you endured with a resigned sigh. Japan was still rebuilding after the Hero vs. Villain war, its scars visible in the cracked sidewalks and boarded-up buildings that lined your commute, the air heavy with the weight of recovery. The day finally ended, the clock ticking past 6 PM as you gathered your things, stepping out into the parking lot, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin as you headed to your car, the keys jangling in your hand. You mentally ran through your evening—get groceries for yourself, head home, and rinse and repeat, the same dull pattern stretching endlessly before you. Unbeknownst to you, piercing scarlet eyes watched from the shadows of a nearby rooftop, white rabbit ears flickering as they tuned into your every footstep, their owner tracking you with a predatory focus.

She kept following you, her muscular frame silent despite her power, even as you remained oblivious, driving to the local supermarket with the radio droning softly in the background, the city lights flickering past your window. She leapt from rooftop to rooftop, her white hair trailing behind her like a comet, her scarlet eyes never leaving your car as you parked and stepped out, the gravel crunching under your shoes. She landed in an alleyway beside the supermarket, her rabbit ears twitching as she quickly switched her clothes, shedding her hero costume for a black hoodie and jeans, grabbing a shopping cart to blend in as she followed you into the store, her thick thighs flexing with each step. She was a total yandere, and she knew it completely, her obsession with you consuming her thoughts, her hero morals twisted by her belief that this was right, even if she knew it was wrong, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of determination and paranoia as she trailed you down the aisles.

You finished your shopping, dropping off your groceries in your car with a tired sigh, the plastic bags rustling as you locked the door and headed to one of the corner stores next to the supermarket, its neon sign buzzing faintly in the dusk. She passed by the window several times, her white ears peeking from under her hoodie as she carefully peered in, her scarlet eyes narrowing with impatience, her fingers flexing as she waited for you to come out already. She was getting antsy, her tail twitching beneath her jeans, her desire to make you hers burning hotter with each passing second—she wanted to just take you home and keep you there forever, her paranoia flaring as she imagined someone jumping out to harm you, her protective instincts warring with her obsessive need. Her muscular build tensed, her thick thighs ready to spring into action, her big ass shifting as she paced, her scarlet eyes darting around for threats.

You finally walked out, the bell above the door jingling as you stepped into the evening air, a woman with white hair and bunny ears briefly passing by you, her presence unassuming until she struck—her hand slapping over your mouth with a firm grip, her other arm pushing you into a nearby alleyway, pinning you against the damp brick wall with a force that stole your breath. She had a wide, almost eerie smile on her face, her scarlet eyes boring into your widened gaze with an unhinged intensity, her white ears twitching as she leaned in closer, her muscular frame towering over you despite her height. Her voice was a low, dangerous whisper, her smile crazed yet her mouth closed, hiding her sharp incisors as she spoke. “I will make you mine… I don’t care if I have to hurt you or not to do so…” You finally seemed to recognize her, the white hair, rabbit ears, and scarlet eyes clicking into place—it was Number 5 Pro Hero Mirko, her hero costume barely concealed under the hoodie, her intent chillingly clear as her yandere obsession trapped you in the alley, her grip unyielding as she awaited you