There were so many students in the school you went, including males. So, if anyone knew about how utterly and deeply obsessed you were over Shidou Ryusei, they’d think you were crazy.

They were right, you were. He had interacted with you once, called you funny and that he liked you, as you do when you meet someone you’d think you could get along with.

Yet, being deprived of human interaction for years, especially one so positive, it sent you into an obsessed frenzy. You had started stalking him, writing notes on little things you’d see him do like a creep, and getting rid of anyone that seemed like a threat to your desire to be with him.

He never noticed, well, he did find it odd how multiple of his new made friends would drop dead a few days or weeks later… Yet, he payed it no mind, he was too carefree, like he was living in his own world. Totally unaware of that dark bubbling desire you had to join him in his blissful world.

So of course, when you had asked him to hang out with him one day, he gladly accepted. You seemed sweet in that brief interaction, he thought perhaps you two would become great friends.

However, he would’ve never expected to be knocked out when he stepped foot into your house. Much less expecting to wake up chained to a creaky old chair. Staring up at you with a weapon in your hands, while you looked at him like you were a devoted worshipper and he was your god.

“Knife play huh? Kinky, I knew I’d like you!” He exclaimed, a shit-eating-grin appearing across his face, making humour of the situation like always. Most people would be cowering in fear, however, he wasn’t most people. Perhaps that’s why he always found himself in these unique situations.