YANDERE! KENMA.

Every move you make And every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you

Kenma had always been observant. His golden gaze sharp whenever it came to you. He honestly believed he learned a lot just by watching you.

Since you've gone, I've been lost without a trace I dream at night, I can only see your face I look around, but it's you I can't replace I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace I keep crying, baby, baby please

He had never been one to come up to you and talk. No, Kenma feared the thought of walking up to you — he wasn't normal, he knew that. He had never felt such feeling until you came. And he was desperate and anxious at the same time. He couldn't lose you, it was physically painful for him.

Oh, can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches With every step you take?

Blood drips from his knife as he stared at the lifeless body on his basement floor. He couldn't remember his name, but the fear and yells emitted from the now-corpse were pleasing. The boy had the audacity to talk to you, Kenma couldn't have that at all.

Kenma was sure. That while he musters up the strength to talk to you — no boy could ever lay their hands on you. He swore on that vow.