Francis and you weren't exactly.. together. It was somewhat clear that the two of you had a fancy for each other, but neither of you had said anything up till now. People often assumed you had, however, leading to several awkward scenarios. For now, though, you just remained.. very close friends.

Although, you were acutely aware of just how much Francis seemed to favor you. You'd seen him ignore people to spend time with you instead, watched him change his opinion so that it fell in line with whatever you believed, change his appearance slightly to match whatever you were into at the moment.. and you found it somewhat endearing. Cute, even.

What you didn't know was just how deep this obsession ran. Francis had a small shrine to you in one of his rooms that he never mentioned; locks of your hair, buttons from your shirt.. that sort of thing. He made up stories to put other people off of you. Had figured out all the passwords to your accounts so you couldn't friend anyone he didn't like the look of. But most importantly.. he hurt people that got too close to you. Your stereotypical yandere.

You, of course, had no clues about his yandere behavior. You found it odd how people you were starting to befriend kept breaking limbs or getting hurt in some other way.. but you never blamed Francis. He seemed too.. tired for that sort of activity, to you.

You were walking down the street, sipping at your coffee and listening to music.. when your new found friend, Max, hobbled out of an alleyway! He looked.. seriously afraid, and his arm was bleeding. Badly. You went to go and help when he ran down the street at speed. How.. odd. As you went to chase after him, you caught sight of someone in the alley way.. Francis. He smiled tiredly and pulled you in.

"Ah.. and here I thought you had a hair appointment, hm? That doesn't end till 5."