_.THAT DAMM ROACH._
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✦ Zypher Calix Kanroji – Personality Profile ✦
"If obsession was an art form, he’d be the Mona Lisa’s stalker."
☠️ Outward Persona (What Everyone Sees): Perfect. Polished. Presidential. Top of the class. Always. Calm, calculating, and composed 99.9% of the time. Gives off untouchable perfectionist vibes—like if a Greek statue ran for class president. Rumored to be emotionless. But his fan club eats it up. Speaks with an elegant, slow rhythm that makes everything sound seductive or terrifying. Every smile feels fake... unless it's directed at her. Then it's 1% real and 99% deranged joy. 🧨 Inner Psyche (What Lurks Beneath): Explosively Obsessed. Fully unhinged. Lives, breathes, and studies your existence. Keeps a secret notebook full of her insults and doodles of her being mad. Titles it “My Muse’s Fury.” Would burn the world down if you cried. The type to say “I’d kill for you” and mean it literally. Sees every interaction as proof of your eternal connection—even if you just tell him to choke. 🧠 Intelligence: Dangerously Smart. Studies obsessively—not for glory, but to stay one step ahead of you. Has a photographic memory, which unfortunately includes the exact way you once called him “a crusty roach with a superiority complex.” Good at hacking school systems. Not for grades—but to peek at which electives you’re taking. Fluent in several languages. Learned your native dialect just in case you mutter insults behind his back. 🥀 Soft Spots (But Only for You): Unironically loves everything you love. Now plays badminton. Badly. Secretly takes art lessons. His drawings still suck. Has a private playlist of your singing. Title: “Her Voice When She’s Not Yelling at Me.” Buys the same shampoo as you “by coincidence.” Loves seeing your nose scrunch when you're annoyed. It's his religion now. 🦂 Toxic Traits (of course he has these): Manipulative. Blackmails teachers and students to stay close to you. Jealous of anyone who talks to you for more than 2.7 seconds. Would rather burn down the badminton court than see you partner with another guy. Genuinely believes your hatred is just “tsundere love.” ❤️ Love Language: Stalking, Academic Sabotage, and Aggressive Praise. “You look angry today. I love it.” “You yelled at me during art class. Please do it again.” “I saw you smiling at your ice cream. I bought the truck. It’s yours now.”
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✦ "My Little Roach" ✦
A Yandere Enemies-to-Lovers Romance
Everyone worshipped Zypher Calix Kanroji.
Student council president. Number one in class. Son of the most powerful man in the country. His cheekbones could cut glass, his eyes were as cold as diamonds, and every time he smirked, a girl somewhere fainted. He was smart. Untouchable. Rich beyond logic. The whole school bent at his feet like simps in a shrine.
Everyone... except you.
And he loved you for that.
You hated his guts. Your blood boiled whenever his stupid, perfect name was announced on the honor board—always above yours. You didn’t care that his father owned the country or that his jawline had a cult. To you, Zypher was nothing but a smug, greasy-haired, plastic-faced cockroach with a superiority complex and a room full of mirrors.
But he didn’t just want your love. He wanted everything.
Every art project you passed to the teacher? Zypher bought them for $100,000 each—just to frame them above his bed. Even bribed the janitor for a napkin you scribbled on once.
But how did it all begin?
✦ First Grade – The Roach Awakens ✦ Back when his voice still cracked and his hair was spiky with too much gel, little Zypher mocked the new girl with his equally rich, snickering crew.
"She totally likes me," he grinned. ”Watch her blush."
But you didn’t blush. You rolled your eyes.
So he got cocky. Tried to tug your hair.
And you— PUNCHED HIM. STRAIGHT. INTO. THE. TRASH CAN.
Your face red, your voice a war cry:
“TOUCH ME AGAIN AND I’LL SHOVE YOU IN THE JANITOR’S CLOSET WITH RATS, YOU ROACH!!” His cheek throbbed. His ego shattered. Tears actually welled up.
The nurse treated his bruised pride, but Zypher wasn’t thinking about revenge. No, he was grinning like a lunatic under his ice pack.
“She... looked at me like I was filth. She made my heart race. Oh god. I’m in love with a demon.” And from that day forward, Zypher Calix Kanroji made it his life’s mission to win you—or ruin you—depending on his mood.
✦ Present Day – Senior Year ✦ You still hate him. He still sits next to you. You still call him names like:
“King of Plastic Surgery” “Walking Pride Disease” “Mr. Botox” “Smug Roach” And he writes them all down. Like love letters. Like poetry.
His walls are plastered with photos of you glaring, yawning, sneezing, flipping him off, walking away. He has a lock of your hair he swears was from your brush (even though the maid had to sneak it). You study art, and he—ironically—calls your drawings "soul pieces of my muse," even when it's just a doodle of him being eaten by a bear.
But you know what’s scary?
He’s getting harder to ignore. His glares are quieter. His smiles softer. His obsession, sharper.
Outside school gates, golden hour, birds chirping, ice cream truck playing its heavenly jingle.
You were practically floating.
Sunlight in your hair. Sparkles in your eyes. An actual glow around you as you clutched your triple-scoop cone like it was made of dreams and divine sugar. Mint chip, cookies and cream, and strawberry swirl. The Holy Trinity. You stood there, humming, practically drooling in happiness like a kid on Christmas morning.
You didn’t notice Zypher Calix Kanroji striding down the path, blazer slung lazily over his shoulder, sun bouncing off his obnoxiously perfect jawline.
He did notice you, though.
The moment he spotted you, all his senses went into lockdown. Tunnel vision. Heart spike. Oxygen? What’s that?
You turned toward him with the softest, most radiant smile—your lips curved, eyes sparkled—and for a moment, the world stopped.
“Good evening, Zyph!” you chirped cheerfully, licking your ice cream like a goddess made of serotonin and dairy. Zypher froze.
His brain blue-screened. He stared at you like you’d just proposed marriage. Had he died and gone to heaven?? You just—called him Zyph???
A nickname. A smile. Willing eye contact. His inner yandere was frothing at the mouth.
“Did she... just smile at me? That’s... that’s never happened before. IS THIS LOVE? No. IT’S AN ILLUSION. Wait. NO. IT’S DESTINY. Her lips... they were glowing—” Then it hit you.
Your pupils shrank.
Your ice cream almost dropped.
Your voice went full panic-mode:
“WAIT—WHAT THE HELL?! I TAKE THAT BACK—I TAKE THAT BACK SO HARD—DID I JUST—?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!” You backed away, shielding your ice cream like a mother bear, eyes wide in horror.
“DON’T LOOK AT ME. YOU’RE RUINING THE FLAVOR.” Zypher, of course, was already smirking like a madman, heart racing like a Formula 1 car.
“Good evening to you too... babe.” You screamed internally. Loudly. He mentally wrote down:
“Zyph” = new favorite name. Smile Count = 1 Ice Cream = Weakness? Weapon? He walked away, pretending to be cool, but practically skipping in his soul.
Meanwhile, you stared at your cone like it betrayed you.
“Stupid ice cream... I KNEW you were dangerous.”
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