Cucumber007

Black Clover

Julius Novachrono

Julius became a child so he took his opportunity (x oc) (First ever post💖)

Found something (x oc)

Bungo Stray Dogs

Edgar Allan Poe

You will never leave this story

DC

Clark Kent / Superman

His intern

Ensemble stars

Arashi

HBD, Alex!

Trying on shark onesie with Arashi ~not Yandere

Arashi on bed ~not Yandere NSFW

Haikyuu!

Hinata Shoyo

Let's play for the rest of our lives together!

Kenma Kuzume

Comfort Streamer

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Nose-bleeding ~not Yandere

Mazili’s Masterlist [coloured manhwa]

Hoyoverse (Masterlist)

Jujutsu kaisen

Choso

Look at me

Fushiguro Toji

My daddy’s got a gun

Where do you think you’re going?

Toji ~not Yandere

Fushiguro Megumi

Brotherzone (x oc)

Gojo Satoru

Neko!Gojo (x oc)

Doodle Neko!Gojo

Gojo doesn’t like when someone looking what belong to his (x oc)

Sleep time (x oc)

Sequel of sleep time NSFW

What if Gojo became a child (x oc)

Love: the most twisted curse <manga spoiler alert JJK236>

Be quiet, my love is sleeping

We were supposed to be together forever

Run, baby, run

POV: You are trying to escape, but he thinks you just want to play cat and mouse

Always here

Whisper of Chronos’s Masterlist

Itadori Yuji

Mirror

Mahito

Kiss (x oc)

Nanami Kento

Naughty kid

Okkotsu Yuta

Do you love me

Toge Inumaki

Open your legs, widely NSFW

Love me, Love me

Rice ball

Zenin Naoya

Please don’t go (x oc)

Sukuna

The Shibuya Incident (x oc) <manga spoiler alert>

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Kyojuro Rengoku

What if someone confess love to his darling…?

Kingdom hearts

Sora

sketch ~not Yandere

Love and Deepspace

Caleb

Your phone has malware now...?

Sylus

you sure you want to touch only this, sweetie?

Marvel

Sentry/ Bob Reynolds

sketch ~not Yandere

Mr. Love Queen’s choice

Lucien

This time, I'm not gonna let you win //commission//

My hero academia

Todoroki Shoto

Perfect boyfriend

Resident Evil (Masterlist)

Silent hill

Fox mask/ Tsuneki Kotoyuki

Fox in disguise Yandere 50/50

They said do not trust the fox Yandere 50/50

Spider-Man (animated movie)

Miguel O’Hara

Idkwhattitleshouldbe

He tried to act cool

Miguel with fangs

Jealousy (x Yandere! Hobie) Pt.1

Boundary (x Yandere! Hobie) Pt.2

Competition (x Yandere! Hobie) Pt.3

Why did you runaway?

Stranger Things

001/Henry/Peter/Vecna

Good luck ~not Yandere

Eddie Munson

Yandere HCs

To be hero X

Nice

(no title) ~not Yandere

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro Sano

Smile more (x oc)

Kazutora Hanemiya

Cry baby!

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

The first time you noticed him was outside the building.

He was surrounded by a crowd, laughing effortlessly while people practically leaned toward him.

You walked past with your headphones on.

Didn’t even glance twice.

…

The second time…

He was casually walking around.

Again, surrounded.

Again, smiling.

You walked past without looking.

…

The third.

The cafeteria.

Fourth.

The train station.

Fifth.

The convenience store two neighborhoods away.

Sixth.

A cafe you only visited once every few months.

“…”

That one made you pause.

Strange.

What were the chances?

You shrugged it off.

He was popular.

Maybe he just…went everywhere.

𓂃۶ৎ

Weeks passed.

Then months.

Everywhere.

Always.

Like he was a recurring background character in your life.

You’d catch a glimpse of blond hair in the distance.

Turn a corner.

There he was.

Walking across campus.

Buying coffee.

Standing on the opposite side of the road.

Waiting for a train.

Always nearby.

Never approaching.

Never speaking.

Never even acknowledging your existence.

It became almost comforting.

Until…

One rainy afternoon.

You forgot your jacket.

Great.

You sighed and tucked your bag over your head before jogging across campus.

The rain blurred your vision.

Students scattered in every direction.

Then—

You bumped into someone.

“Oh—sorry!”

You stepped back.

“…”

Blue-gray eyes met yours.

For the first time…

He looked directly at you.

His expression froze.

The smile he always wore…

Vanished.

The noisy crowd behind him seemed to disappear.

Everything became silent.

His pupils widened just slightly.

As though…

He had found something.

“…”

“…”

You awkwardly bowed.

“Sorry.”

Then hurried away.

You didn’t notice…

He never took his eyes off your back.

“…”

“So that’s what your voice sounds like.”

He whispered to himself.

The corner of his lips curled upward.

Tiny.

Almost invisible.

“I was beginning to think I’d imagined it.”

𓂃۶ৎ

The next day…

Nothing changed.

Except…

He was always looking.

You felt it before you saw it.

Across the courtyard.

From another classroom.

Second floor.

Behind the library windows.

Whenever you instinctively glanced around…

His eyes were already there.

Watching.

Not smiling.

Just…

Watching.

𓂃۶ৎ

Your friend nudged you.

“…Do you know him?”

“Hm?”

“The popular guy.”

You looked over.

He was already looking away.

“No.”

“…”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

Your friend frowned.

“That’s weird.”

“What is?”

“I swear he’s been staring at you all week.”

You laughed.

“Impossible.”

“He doesn’t even know my name.”

𓂃۶ৎ

Meanwhile.

On the rooftop.

He watched you through the gap in the fence.

“…”

“I know your name.”

His phone screen lit up.

Photos

4,872 images.

Folders neatly organized.

First Day.

Library.

Rain.

Favorite Hoodie.

Smiles.

Walking.

Buying milk.

Looking at cats.

Looking tired.

Looking lonely.

Another folder.

Locked.

Future.

He gently added today’s picture.

You laughing with your friend.

“So pretty.”

𓂃۶ৎ

That evening…

His bedroom looked ordinary.

Clean.

Minimalist.

Awards lined the shelves.

Perfect grades.

Perfect son.

Perfect student.

Inside the bottom drawer…

Hidden beneath folded clothes…

Was an entire notebook.

Every page.

About you.

𓂃۶ৎ

Usually leaves campus as soon as finished.

Wears headphones all the time if not with friends.

𓂃۶ৎ

Looks happier after playing with cat.

𓂃۶ৎ

Gets sick easily during winter.

Remember scarf.

𓂃۶ৎ

He traced your handwriting from an old worksheet someone accidentally left behind.

Smiling.

“You’ll catch another cold soon.”

“I should prepare medicine.”

𓂃۶ৎ

The next morning…

You opened your bag to get ready to study.

“…?”

Inside sat a neatly wrapped scarf.

No note.

No sender.

Just…

Your favorite color.

“…Weird.”

𓂃۶ৎ

You asked around.

Nobody knew.

𓂃۶ৎ

The next week…

Your favorite drink appeared on your desk.

𓂃۶ৎ

A week later…

The novel you wanted.

Sold out everywhere.

Somehow sitting inside your bag.

𓂃۶ৎ

Then…

The stray cat you’d been feeding suddenly wore a new collar.

Exactly the one you had stared at online.

Without buying.

“…”

A cold feeling crept up your spine.

𓂃۶ৎ

You started taking different routes home.

He still appeared.

Different train.

Different street.

Different café.

Always.

Always.

Always.

𓂃۶ৎ

One afternoon you deliberately enter inside an empty classroom which was different from your usual lecture class.

“If someone’s following me…”

You waited.

Ten minutes.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Silence.

You sighed.

“I really am imagining things.”

You stepped into the hallway.

“…”

“…”

He stood there.

As though he’d been waiting outside the entire time.

His expression remained calm.

Almost gentle.

“…Hello.”

The first word he had ever spoken to you.

Your stomach dropped.

“H-Hi…”

He smiled softly.

“I finally get to meet you.”

“…”

“What?”

He tilted his head.

“I’ve been waiting.”

“…”

“For three years.”

The hallway suddenly felt far too quiet.

You forced a laugh.

“We’ve…never talked.”

“I know.”

His smile deepened.

“But I know everything else.”

“…”

“…”

“…Everything?”

He stepped closer.

Not threatening.

Not hurried.

Simply inevitable.

“I know what makes you smile.”

Another step.

“I know what makes you cry.”

Another.

“I know when you skip breakfast.”

Your heartbeat thundered.

“When you’re lonely.”

“When you pretend you’re okay.”

“When your birthday is.”

“When your nightmares get bad.”

“…”

He reached out…

Not to grab you.

Only to gently brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

His touch was unbelievably careful.

As if you were made of glass.

“You’ve looked at me hundreds of times.”

His voice was almost affectionate.

“But…”

A soft chuckle escaped him.

“You never actually saw me.”

His eyes held yours.

Warm.

Patient.

”˙ɓuıuuıɓǝq ǝɥʇ ǝɔuıs noʎ ǝpısǝq uǝǝq ǝʌ’I“

His smile returned.

The same dazzling smile everyone adored.

Only now…

You understood something no one else did.

Leon has always been protective since then. It would look like nothing unusual because what you and Leon have been through together seemed understandable. It’s just simply part of who he is. Anyone who went through something like that would hold onto each other tightly. So it feels natural.

He walks slightly closer to you in a crowded street while his hand is always gently touching you— like making sure you won’t disappear in front of him.

You might think he’s just being cautious cause you know… trauma bonding.

Over time, his protectiveness grows deeper.

He remembers your schedule without trying. It is like you’re having a real-life reminder application all the time. Even if he’s out for a mission, he still finds time to message you. He notices when you change the usual route home, or when someone stares at you for a little too long.

He’s just simply… pays attention.

Because Leon knows, in his mind, if something ever happened to you again—

The world would become hell for everyone.

If his darling is younger than him (age gap: 10 years+):

Leon becomes consciously and painfully aware of the gap between your world and his.

He’s old. You’re young.

You still laugh easily at things. You still innocently believe that the world—despite everything— can be better.

Happy.

Sunshine.

Optimistic.

Such a naive view.

Leon wants to protect that.

He doesn’t like the idea of danger being anywhere near you. The mere thought of having someone or something harm you destroys him. He’s slowly getting rid of possibilities to protect your innocence. Leon makes sure that you wouldn’t notice the disappearance of… some friends—not like you have many in the first place, as Leon forbids it.

Not directly, of course.

He is the Leon S. Kennedy—a DSO agent. Careful planning is practically second nature to him.

Instead, it happens subtly.

Plans suddenly change. Invitations disappear. A friend who used to visit often now moves abroad to study. Or maybe they found a new job in another city which is extremely busy to message you. Maybe they simply… gone.

What a strange coincidence, really.

And every time you ask Leon about it because why not—he’s an agent, super good with investigation! He simply shrugs it off.

“People drift apart sometimes, baby.”

His voice is calm. Reassuring. Gentle.

Sometimes he calls you “baby.”

Sometimes “sweetheart.”

The words slip naturally from his mouth, warm and affectionate in a way that makes your chest feel lighter.

You believe him with all your heart.

Because why wouldn’t you?

Leon is the one who’s always there for you. The one who always shows up when things feel uncertain— it’s like he can read your mind! The one who’s always listening to you no matter what you say— not to mention he laughs at your jokes! — always!

To you, Leon is incredibly supportive.

To anyone else, Leon is so… terrifying.

There is something about Leon’s presence that makes everyone wonder. Like why his eyes always follow you. Or why every time your presence is here, Leon’s presence is also… somewhere near you.

So most people don’t dare to ask. They probably go along with it and keep their distance from you.

And Leon prefers it that way because the fewer people around you, the fewer risks exist.

Protecting you… is the only mission that truly matters.

As Leon gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his voice soft when he speaks.

“Careful there, sweetheart.”

— his hand lingers just a little longer than necessary.

Protective.

Possessive.

Devoted.

No one will take you from him. Not ever.

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