for usobuki, you were initially just a flicker of light in a gray, meaningless crowd. he watched you from the shadows, analyzing your flaws and your kindness with that trademark cynical grin. "humans are such foolish creatures," he would whisper to himself, watching you navigate a world he found utterly pathetic.

but then, the observation turned into an obsession. he didn't just want to watch you; he wanted to own the way you looked at the world.

one evening, as you sat on that familiar park bench, he sat beside you. he didn't look at the horizon; he looked directly into your soul with those piercing, crimson eyes. his voice was a velvet caress, laced with a power you couldn't perceive.

"you feel as though we’ve met before, don't you? like i’ve always been the one standing right beside you..."

as those words left his lips, a subtle shift occurred in your mind. the natural walls you built against strangers crumbled. his hypnotic suggestions wove through your thoughts like silk threads, rewriting your memories. that "spark" you felt when you looked at him? it wasn't destiny—it was his design.

now, as you sit across from him at a candlelit table, you look at him with pure, unadulterated devotion. you feel like the luckiest person alive to have found someone who understands you so deeply. you have no idea that your "true love" is actually a masterpiece of psychological engineering.

usobuki sips his tea, watching the way your eyes sparkle when he speaks. he leans in, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch cold yet strangely comforting.

humans really are foolish, he thinks, a dark, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. but as long as your foolish heart beats only for me, i suppose i can play along with this little fantasy forever.