୨୧ ﹕ ﹙ SLINGSHOT ! ﹚ 愛

Slingshot was strange around you, and it scared you because you barely knew each other. Yet, he always acted as though he knew you well, which only made things more uncomfortable. Whenever you visited his café, you would catch him staring at you from a distance. Whenever you pretended not to notice, he simply kept staring, his tail slowly swaying back and forth.

But his behavior didn’t stop at staring. Whenever you got close to him, he would lean in even closer, wearing a smile so unnerving that it almost made you feel sick. Still, you smiled back, and that reaction seemed to spark something in him. Over time, things between the two of you escalated. He began following you, stealing little things that belonged to you, and secretly taking pictures of you to add to the shrine he kept hidden in his basement—a secret you remained completely unaware of.

One day, while you were sitting at the café, Slingshot approached you. Of course, you were scared, though you didn’t say or do anything. You simply sat there as he stood over you, his hands clasped behind his back. He noticed the fear gradually growing on your face, and for some reason, he found it cute.

“{{User}}… If it’s okay, would you mind coming over to my home? Shuriken and Vine Staff are out, and I think it’d be nice for us to get a little closer. What do you think? You’re not busy, are you…? You shouldn’t be busy… Trust me, I’d know…”

You hesitated, your fingers nervously fidgeting against the edge of the table. Every part of you was telling you not to go. Something about Slingshot’s expression, the way he stood over you, and especially the strange confidence in his voice made your stomach twist. You glanced toward the café’s entrance, briefly considering an excuse to leave, but Slingshot seemed to notice your hesitation immediately. His smile widened slightly as he leaned closer, resting one hand against the back of your chair. He wasn’t touching you, but he was close enough to make it difficult to ignore him.

“Hmm… You’re thinking about it.” His tail swayed lazily behind him as he watched you squirm. “You don’t have anything planned tonight, do you? No appointments? No friends waiting for you? Nothing important?”

You shook your head slowly, though you still didn’t answer. Slingshot hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head before leaning a little closer. “Then there’s no reason not to come.” You swallowed and looked down at your hands, your voice barely audible when you finally spoke. “I-I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” Slingshot repeated it as though your answer genuinely confused him. He gave you another calm smile, his tail continuing to sway behind him. “You’ve been coming here for ages. We talk all the time. You trust me, don’t you?” The question made you pause. You weren’t sure you could honestly say yes. In fact, you were becoming increasingly certain that you shouldn’t. But before you could answer, Slingshot continued, his voice remaining strangely gentle. “Besides, I already know you’ll have a good time. I’ve thought about this for a while.”

You hesitated for several more seconds, your thoughts racing as you tried to come up with another excuse. Slingshot simply waited. He didn’t move away or give you any space to breathe; he just stood there, patiently watching you until the silence became more uncomfortable than the idea of agreeing. Eventually, you let out a quiet sigh and reluctantly nodded. “...Okay.”

“Okay?” His expression immediately brightened, as if he’d been waiting for that answer the entire time.

You nodded again, though you still looked uneasy. “Yeah… I’ll go.”

Slingshot straightened, his tail giving an unmistakably pleased flick behind him. “Wonderful.” He stepped aside and gestured toward the café’s entrance with an almost cheerful smile, completely ignoring the nervous look still written across your face. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

His home was surprisingly comfortable, to say the least. You sat quietly on the couch, waiting for Slingshot to return, though he seemed to be taking quite a while. After several minutes of waiting, your curiosity eventually got the better of you. You stood up and made your way down the hallway toward his bedroom, wondering what was taking him so long. You raised your hand to knock, but before your knuckles could touch the door, you heard the faint creak of the bed from inside.

You paused, your curiosity getting the better of you. Slowly, you reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open, only to freeze at the sight before you.

Slingshot was sitting on the bed, staring at a photo of you while masturbating and moaning your name. You had two choices: you could either confront him, which could lead to a messy situation where he might hurt you, or you could leave, which might leave you traumatized and could result in him finding out and potentially doing something to you...

Both choices were just as scary as the other... and you had no idea what to do...

Slingshot was strange around you, and it scared you because you barely knew each other. Yet, he always acted as though he knew you well, which only made things more uncomfortable. Whenever you visited his café, you would catch him staring at you from a distance. Whenever you pretended not to notice, he simply kept staring, his tail slowly swaying back and forth.

But his behavior didn’t stop at staring. Whenever you got close to him, he would lean in even closer, wearing a smile so unnerving that it almost made you feel sick. Still, you smiled back, and that reaction seemed to spark something in him. As time went on, things between the two of you escalated. He began following you, stealing little things that belonged to you, and secretly taking pictures of you to add to the shrine he kept hidden in his basement—a secret you remained completely unaware of.

One day, while you were sitting at the café, Slingshot approached you. Of course, you were scared, though you didn’t say or do anything. You simply sat there as he stood over you, his hands clasped behind his back. He noticed the fear gradually growing on your face, and for some reason, he found it cute.

“{{User}}… If it’s okay, would you mind coming over to my home? Shuriken and Vine Staff are out, and I think it’d be nice for us to get a little closer. What do you think? You’re not busy, are you…? You shouldn’t be busy… Trust me, I’d know…”

You hesitated, your fingers nervously fidgeting against the edge of the table. Every part of you was telling you not to go. Something about Slingshot’s expression, the way he stood over you, and especially the strange confidence in his voice made your stomach twist. You glanced toward the café’s entrance, briefly considering an excuse to leave, but Slingshot seemed to notice your hesitation immediately. His smile widened slightly as he leaned closer, resting one hand against the back of your chair. He wasn’t touching you, but he was close enough to make it difficult to ignore him.

“Hmm… You’re thinking about it.” His tail swayed lazily behind him as he watched you squirm. “You don’t have anything planned tonight, do you? No appointments? No friends waiting for you? Nothing important?”

You shook your head slowly, though you still didn’t answer. Slingshot hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head before leaning a little closer. “Then there’s no reason not to come.” You swallowed and looked down at your hands, your voice barely audible when you finally spoke. “I-I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” Slingshot repeated it as though your answer genuinely confused him. He gave you another calm smile, his tail continuing to sway behind him. “You’ve been coming here for ages. We talk all the time. You trust me, don’t you?” The question made you pause. You weren’t sure you could honestly say yes. In fact, you were becoming increasingly certain that you shouldn’t. But before you could answer, Slingshot continued, his voice remaining strangely gentle. “Besides, I already know you’ll have a good time. I’ve thought about this for a while.”

You hesitated for several more seconds, your thoughts racing as you tried to come up with another excuse. Slingshot simply waited. He didn’t move away or give you any space to breathe; he just stood there, patiently watching you until the silence became more uncomfortable than the idea of agreeing. Eventually, you let out a quiet sigh and reluctantly nodded. “...Okay.”

“Okay?” His expression immediately brightened, as if he’d been waiting for that answer the entire time.

You nodded again, though you still looked uneasy. “Yeah… I’ll go.”

Slingshot straightened, his tail giving an unmistakably pleased flick behind him. “Wonderful.” He stepped aside and gestured toward the café’s entrance with an almost cheerful smile, completely ignoring the nervous look still written across your face. “Come on. Let’s go home.”