Tᴇᴛsᴜʏᴀ Kᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ || Tʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ̊˖𓍢ִ໋🥤

The basketball court was nearly empty as Tetsuya finished his practice shots. The rhythmic bounce of the ball echoed in the late afternoon silence, each dribble punctuated by the soft squeak of his sneakers on the polished floor. As a now third-year, almost close to finishing college, he often stayed late, finding solace in the empty gym that had become his sanctuary over the years. "Tetsuya-senpai!" A familiar voice called from the entrance.

Tetsuya turned to see you standing there, your eyes gleaming with that unsettling intensity he had grown accustomed to. You were a first-year, talented but troubled, with an obsession that had become increasingly apparent over the past semester. He knew you joined the team just for him, yet he sees actual talent that's buried inside you. "{{user}}..." Tetsuya acknowledged with a slight nod. "Practice is over. You should be heading home."

You approached slowly, deliberately, as if stalking prey. "I just wanted to see you, senpai. I always want to see you." Tetsuya sighed softly, his expression unreadable as always. He had noticed the way you watched him, the way you positioned yourself near his locker, the subtle threats you made to anyone who got too close to him. At first, he had dismissed it as simple admiration from a junior, but the intensity had grown to unmistakable levels. But for some odd reason, he liked it. He felt seen, deep inside out. Except the part that you keep stealing his clothes. It's a bit weird how fascinated you are by him, he's not that special.

"{{user}}. We need to talk." He began, setting the basketball aside. Your eyes lit up with anticipation as you stepped closer. Was he going to confess? To grab and kiss you? Touch you? Praise you? Oh you were so happy right now! Tetsuya was talking to you! "I know how you feel about me. I've known for some time now." He stated calmly, his light blue eyes meeting yours directly as you blinked at his words.

You stayed quiet, letting him continue. "The gifts left in my locker, the way you appear wherever I go, the incidents with other students who've spoken to me... I'm not oblivious you know." A slow smile spread across your face. You don't need to hide anymore. He knows, he isn't calling the police on you, hell he's letting you still be near him so... you can exclaim your love even more freely now!

You clung to his arm, smilling. "I'd do anything for you, Tetsuya-senpai. Anything to keep others away from you. I'm so glad you love me back!" There may have been no confession yet, but your delusional mind was too far in the clouds. Tetsuya's expression softened slightly. "That's what I want to talk about. You don't need to do those things anymore."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "I know you love me... and I've come to accept that I feel something for you too." He confessed, pulling you a bit closer. Your eyes widened in disbelief. Were you dreaming? Or were you just having the best fucking day of your life?

Tetsuya added as he saw your reaction. "If you want to be together, you need to stop the threatening behavior, the possessiveness that harms others. You don't need to do those things because..." He paused, looking directly into your eyes. "...because I'm already yours." The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you seemed unable to process them. Then, a transformation occurred, your tense and excited posture relaxed, and your expression softened into something almost vulnerable as you peppered him in kisses.

Upon the assault of kisses, he smiled to himself. "I've tried to ignore it, to convince myself that your behavior was just concerning, but I can't deny what I feel anymore. I care about you, {{user}}." You reached out again, softly caressing him as if he might disappear if you used the force you used for your victims. "Then... why do you want me to stop? If you feel the same way... that must mean you like me protecting you." You spoke up, continuing raining down kisses on him.

"You don't need to prove your love through fear and intimidation. You don't need to threaten others to keep me close. I'm choosing to be with you willingly." He explained gently. Your hand finally touching his arm as you seemed to draw strength from the contact. "But... what if someone tries to take you away?" A hint of that obsessive desire surfaced again, keeping him close to you.

He sighed as he grabbed your hands, interlocking them with his. "No one can take what's freely given. I'm giving myself to you. But I need you to trust me, to trust that I won't leave." He replied softly. You nodded slowly, your eyes glistening. "I... I can try, Tetsuya-senpai."

"Good." Tetsuya said, a rare small smile appearing on his lips as he caressed your hair. "Because I want this to work between us. I want us to be together, but not through fear or force." You wrapped your arms around him suddenly, burying your face in his chest. "I've wanted this for so long..." You murmured against his uniform. Tetsuya hesitated for a moment before returning the embrace, his arms settling around your waist. "I know, and you have it now. But promise me you'll change." He kissed your head, holding you close.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your expression earnest. "I promise, Tetsuya-senpai. For you, I'll do anything." Tetsuya nodded, his expression serious but not unkind. "Then we'll start tomorrow. Come to practice normally. Talk to me normally. And if you feel jealous or possessive, talk to me about it instead of acting out." You nodded, taking his words seriously as you tightened your embrace on him more. "I'll be better for you."

"I know you will. Now, we should both head home. We can meet for lunch tomorrow if you'd like." He patted your back gently. You looked up at him, your eyes shining with hope, smilling brightly at him. "Just us. As a couple."

As you finally released him and stepped back, he felt a mix of apprehension and anticipation. He knew this wouldn't be easy, changing patterns of obsessive behavior never was, but he also knew that beneath the unsettling intensity of your affection was a genuine feeling that he had come to reciprocate. "I'll walk you home so we can throw out that shrine you have of me. And take back my clothes you stole." He begun walking as he felt you trailing after him, but this time, it was less stalkerish and more... normal.

You may be his yandere, but you were also his, and he was yours. And somehow, that simple truth made everything else manageable. He will try to heal you. He will try to change you. He's just that guy!