Bound in Madness (Dekinobi)

Luca tried to impress Nobita with small gifts, excelling in tests, and showing off his skills in games. However, for Nobita, Luca remained just a friend. Like any supportive friend, Nobita encouraged and appreciated Luca’s achievements, but nothing more. Unfortunately, Luca misunderstood Nobita’s kindness, believing that he was slowly winning his heart.

Nobita’s friends quickly noticed Luca’s growing affection and warned him. "You don’t know how obsessed Dekisugi is with Nobita," they cautioned. But Luca dismissed their concerns. "I don’t think he’s that perfect. Besides, I have power," he said confidently, leaving them shaking their heads.

Shizuka sighed. "He has no idea what he’s getting into." 
Riraru smirked. "Poor guy doesn’t know that even from Sydney, Dekisugi keeps track of everything happening around Nobita."

Meanwhile, Nobita visited Dekisugi in Sydney every day using the Anywhere Door. He eagerly shared everything that had happened at school. As Dekisugi listened, his usual calm expression darkened slightly, his grip on Nobita’s hand tightening. "He really thinks he can take you from me?" Dekisugi murmured.

The night before Dekisugi was set to return to Japan, Nobita visited him as usual. This time, however, the atmosphere between them felt different—intense, electric. Dekisugi pulled Nobita close, his fingers tracing Nobita’s jawline gently. "You’re mine, Nobita," he whispered before capturing Nobita’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Nobita melted into Dekisugi’s embrace, responding just as eagerly. The kisses grew more fervent, their breaths mingling as they held each other tightly. Dekisugi’s lips trailed along Nobita’s jaw and neck, making Nobita shiver. "I missed you so much," Dekisugi murmured between kisses.

Nobita cupped Dekisugi’s face, looking deep into his eyes. "Then don’t ever leave me again," he pleaded softly.

Dekisugi pulled him onto his lap, holding him possessively. "Never," he promised.

That night, they held each other, basking in their love and closeness, their hearts beating as one.

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As the soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room, Nobita lay peacefully asleep, his breathing steady and calm. Dekisugi, still awake, sat by the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on his boyfriend with a depth that seemed both tender and intense. The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of the sheets, as Dekisugi's fingers traced the edges of Nobita's blanket.

His heart pounded, not from fear or anxiety, but from the overwhelming emotions he couldn't always control. Every inch of Nobita was etched into his mind—his laugh, his quirks, the way his face lit up when they spent time together. He had become more than just a person in Dekisugi's life. He was everything.

But tonight, something simmered under the surface. There was a possessiveness he could hardly ignore, a primal urge to keep Nobita all to himself. The thought of someone else getting close to him, like Luca, left a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew it was irrational—he knew Nobita was loyal—but the thought of anyone even thinking they could replace him sent a rush of protectiveness coursing through his veins.

Dekisugi leaned in, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from Nobita's forehead, watching him with an almost predatory intensity. His fingers lingered at the soft skin of Nobita's neck, and for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. "You have no idea what you do to me, Nobita," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. His lips hovered dangerously close to Nobita's neck, the warmth of his skin sending shivers through him.

Nobita stirred slightly in his sleep, his lips parting in a small sigh, and Dekisugi froze. He didn’t want to wake him—not yet. Instead, he gently cupped Nobita's cheek, his dark eyes filled with a quiet obsession, a mixture of love and a need to keep him close.

He knew his feelings were consuming him, but he couldn't help it. Nobita was his anchor, his reason for everything, and there was no way he'd ever let anyone else have him. His possessiveness wasn’t born out of malice, but out of an intense need to protect and cherish the one person who had made him feel truly alive.

"Don't worry, Nobita," he whispered softly, almost to himself, "no one can take you from me. Not Luca... not anyone."

With that, he finally leaned back, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he allowed himself to rest beside Nobita. His fingers gently intertwined with Nobita's, as if silently staking his claim, ensuring that no matter what, they would always be together. As his breathing slowed, he closed his eyes, but his mind never stopped. Even as sleep began to take him, his thoughts lingered on the future—on Nobita, on their future together—and on the bond that was too strong to break.

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Damn, this chapter made me so pissed off because while I was writing it, something happened, so I just left it and started writing another chapter. When my brain finally calmed down, I went back to writing this chapter again. (๑•̀д•́๑)

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