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Jealousy begets sin. And sin commits any inhumane.
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His dull mint-hued eyes lazily stared at the sight he had watched disgustingly. It was a mere sight, yet the urge of breaking someone's bones, cracking, and crushing them into ashes was evidently hard to suppress. There was this anger surging in those green eyes as peers at his girlfriend's stunt. The smile she had emitted was brimming with warmth, and hell, relishing as it seems.
He felt as though all the delight in his body had completely flushed out. Muichiro couldn't hold the thought of seeing her smiling, and laughing with another man nor woman getting near his girlfriend. No one should, no one must dare, or they'll drop off dead. Possessive, isn't he?
With his teeth gritting ever so lightly, he walked his way through. And with the seemingly look of monotonous and dull that he had always acquired; now hidden with anger in those deep mint eyes.
No one would notice, for his demeanour was of a man filled with boredom, humdrum to the core, and daze enough for them to not see.
But she did.
As he walked in their direction, passing by the two who were talking nonchalantly. Muichiro kept his gaze unchanged, but with a slight glance to his lover – knowing full well how to deliver his assort. He truly is a man so quiet, but all it could take for her to see was his burning glare. Mitsuki looked down, with a hint of worries painting her features.
Did she do anything wrong? It was a thought she always has each time he emits those gazes.
These two are what you call, a youthful love. Such young indeed, young enough and supple enough to commit the crimes induced by love. The day passed by, going home and both on their own – it's most likely that another argument would occur in their shared, dimly house of love.
(Y/n) is a lady fond of sarcasm, a sadist to words but sly in actions. She is indeed yet another sweet girl, a girl worried to her very core as she steps inside the house. Sweats of nervousness and confusion cascading down her head. Walking into the living room only to catch sight of her boyfriend sitting graciously down. She could see the tedium in his face, and anger in his eyes. Before sitting down across the man, hands clutched on the sling of her bag.
"Is something bothering you?" The (colored)-headed asked him, eager to know what had upset him. She waited for his response, shudder slightly at his call.
He looked at her, "(Y/n) (L/n)," Muichiro gave her his cold-like gaze. "Were you having fun with that boy earlier?" He asked, his voice so calm and deep – humdrum.
It was always like this, constant interrogation to whoever man she comes across with. The woman can only sigh once more, getting tired of all these that seemed like an eternity of doubt.
Each time she comes across a man, or a boy even, his unfaltering eyes would pierce through hers perfectly. But he doesn't rage out, he doesn't talk after a few questions and would only shrug it all off. At least she thought he does, maybe he's partly paranoid or jealous. (Y/n) hoped it would be just a fit of simple jealousy, being him seemed like an adorable man. Muichiro was never the kind of man to shout, nor yell at her that she finds lovely.
But his eyes, and stares, are what scares her the most.
(Y/n) let out a light chuckle, "It was just the new student. They asked me to show him around, no need to worry much." She said with a smile, tucking her hair. But then again, that wouldn't be the satisfying answer he searched for.
"So you like the new student more than me? Huh?"
She was astounded by his reply, confused as he looked at her with such a displeased feature. What was he saying? What kind of rubbish does his mind is making again? Muichiro is a man so still and when alone, clingy with much love. But this – this was ridiculous. A thought he shouldn't have for a simple reason. (Y/n) looked at him back, unbelievable was all that was plastered on her face.
The woman laughed short in wry, shaking her head at her lover who can only watch in a fathom. "What the hell Mui?" She asked him, with her eyebrows furrowed and a small curve on her lips. But he did not answer, and that alone annoyed her at the slightest.
She tried to speak once more, only for her words to be trapped down her throat as she sees him initially standing up. Perhaps he was just tired considering his tall yet thin physique. She wondered, what part of that should allow him to act this way?
Pondering with such thoughts wouldn't get her anywhere, so she once again; sighed in distress, rubbing her temple ever so slowly. The immediate response of silence and ignorance from him was frustrating. It was hard enough to understand his scrutiny among other men, but whatever runs in his mind was much harder to comprehend. The night she spent was quiet indeed, and sometimes – silence can be deadly. She slept soundly, appearing so peaceful as she succumbed to slumber.
The next day, the new guy she befriended was found dead precedently at their school gate. What a new start to briskly come to an end, pitiful soul.
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Cold sweats were soothing out of her skin, slowly breathing with a breathless and shivering exhale. How did that happen? Who would have done such a thing? (Y/n) couldn't utter a word, nor form thought to who might it be. And worse, she could not wipe the picture out of her head; the sight of his dead, daubed in blood body. Her fingers raked her hair down to her nape as exasperation flowed down her body. There's no one to suspect, for the guy had just transferred, hadn't he?
It couldn't be Muichiro.
'No, no, he could never!'
Her mind is indeed blemished with thoughts, speeding up her pace through the hallway. There stares of impugning, and whispers of vulgar vocals all-around – all about the death of the poor man. And there were also stares prying into her walking form, pointing out the girl who managed to tour the transfer student.
It is highly possible for an 18-year-old student to simply commit a crime, and if she did; there was no chance of vindicating herself. Most of the students must have their presumptions of accusing (Y/n), she was the last student they have seen him with.
(Y/n) shakily let out a breath, stopping at the rooftop. She did not do it, and she didn't who the hell it was. Yet deep inside, there was a pang of lingering guilt swarming in her stomach - tying knots that were almost impossible to untie. She shook her head, she mustn't feel the need to be responsible, and so she must stay calm. She breathed in a quiver, soothing the breeze to help her erase her thoughts.
"You're going to be late." A voice called out to her, that voice she knew well even at the farthest of distance. The lady turned around, swinging her lime-like hair to face the man. A hopeful, saddened smile instantly curved on her lips, and she felt her hands losing strength and her body frailing gently.
Her lips quivered at the sight of her apathetic boyfriend, letting go of her hold onto the bag. Muichiro watched her walk her way towards him with his usual tedium face. Oh, he may look like a man filled with boredom, but together with (Y/n), he could feel all tingling feelings. And as she sprung into his slender arms, clutching onto him like a child in need of caress.
He smiled and embraced her blissfully – feeling that the crime he committed was forgiven.
(Y/n) teared up as she hugged him tight, muffling her light sobs and soaking his white shirt. She knows he would never blame her, or send a mishap to her. He just stayed there, with his arms wrapped around her protectively. He hushed sweet tones of comfort, clearly knowing the unfortunate the happened. Thinking that he was innocent, forgetting the psycho in himself. (Y/n) was the cure and remedy to all his crimes, the sight of her alone was ease in his blood-tainted heart.
"Don't cry, you don't need to feel bad." He hushed, glancing his minty-hued eyes down at her grieving façade.
"Look at me." He said sternly, softly speaking as he took hold of her chin and gazed at her lips. The sight of her crying was utter unusual. She was never the one to cry and seeing her as this fumed him in anger once again.
Shrugging the fact that it was his fault.
Last night, he woke up when she fell asleep, soundly and calmly. That was when he sneaked out and executed his nasty desire. The thirst of impetuous and yearn to end the life of the poor boy. There was no hint of leniency when he did it, in fact – he smiled right after finishing the job well done. In one of his masterpieces, he managed to hang the body zenith of the school gate.
Now everyone will know to hesitate whether to move into this school or not. Oh, that wasn't his goal, he just despises the thought of this transfer student conversing with his beloved. The origin of his unforgivable scheme.
And here he is, happily having her in arms like there's no tomorrow.
Muichiro kept on hushing sweet vocals to ease her mind, stroking her mane gently and softly like a child. He placed his chin above her head, planting sweet pecks on it. Ah, what a lovely sight indeed. But beyond this admiring depiction hides a man brimming with blood; tainted to every inch of his body. Yet he managed to keep them obscure and embrace the woman he loves. A clever man.
(Y/n) finally felt calm, at ease by the presence of her boyfriend. She hugged him tighter, even warmer to take all the heat he radiates to calm her fast-beating heart. She smiled, cooing deeper into his slender chest. Muichiro wasn't a man of brisk and bulky stature, but he was tall and manly slim. Although, either way, she scarcely cares about his physiques. He alone was enough and as he embraces her she felt as though life has placed her in the heavens.
She hummed, feeling his fragile comb between her locks. He moved downwards, kissing her cheeks as he closed his dull-minty eyes for a moment. He stayed his lips planted on her reddened face.
"You didn't do it." he assured her.
He remarked, making her nod as she relishes the warmth from his lips. It felt overwhelmingly delightful, to hear his lulling voice. That was all she thought of that she didn't even notice the time - and the look of his menacing face.
"Because I did." That was all he said, before kissing her ear and trapped his words in.
Her eyes widened, opening them in fury and shock. Disbelief and fear had instantly swarmed in her veins. And his face, oh god – he was grinning eerily, looking like a sinister maniac.
All she could do was quiver on the spot; unable to move a single muscle being near this terrifying man.
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Okay so I found this in one of my files where I did a request of a friend to make a yandere muichiro aaaa qwq don't think too bad of him our mui is a sweet boy ! Anywayss that's all!
- Mrs.Shinazugawa