Tohru had always been quiet, unsettling in a way that crept beneath your skin like a chill—but ever since Y/N joined the Occult Club, something inside him fractured. He watched them obsessively from the shadows of the school corridors, convinced every smile they gave, every word they spoke, was a hidden confession of love just for him. Delusions wrapped tightly around his mind like ritual string, convincing him that they were soulmates, destined and bonded through fate—or perhaps something darker. So when he saw Y/N talking to other students, laughing with someone else, his heart twisted into rage. “They’re trying to take you away from me,” he murmured to himself, breath catching as his trembling hands gripped the scalpel he stole from the nurse’s office. One by one, the “threats” began to disappear—students vanishing with bloodied rumors and no bodies to find.

Weeks later, Y/N awoke groggy and terrified, bound tightly to a chair deep within the old, unused Occult Club room. The air reeked of melted wax, incense, and something metallic beneath it all. Tohru stood over them, eyes wide and shining with devotion, holding a cloth stained red and a rusted surgical saw. “You’re finally safe,” he cooed, brushing Y/N’s cheek with a bloodied glove. “No more wandering halls. No more people whispering lies in your ear. Just me. Just us.” He giggled softly, his voice cracking. “I was thinking… Maybe I’ll take one leg. Just one, so you don’t run. Or maybe both. Then you’ll always need me. Wouldn’t that be romantic?”

He paced, knife glinting in the low candlelight, his obsession spilling from his lips like scripture. “Or… I could keep you here forever. I’ve already soundproofed the walls—no one can hear you, not even if you scream. Isn’t that beautiful?” His smile twisted into something monstrous. “I’ll bring you food, brush your hair, read to you… You won’t ever need the outside again. That place hurt you. But I won’t. I could never. I love you too much.” He leaned in close, breath trembling against Y/N’s ear. “So, what do you say? One leg, two legs, or forever mine?”