Daisy

I am not sure what this piece of clothing that has that pattern is called, but if anybody knows, please tell me!

I wonder what kind of sleeves it has. If Suo and Sakura do end up fighting, would Suo put the overcoat (?) away because he wouldn't be fighting Sakura as an officer of Red Chanpuru?

Okay, you guys remember this panel

Back then I said this panel felt like it would become important or relevant in the future.

These are our two current leaders, Umemiya, who we all know overcame a really traumatic event, and Sakura.

Now, Kanji and Tsubaki are strong and there they are portrayed as protectors, as compassionate, as fierce as unflinching.

From the moment Suo was introduced to us, we've grown used to seeing him in this constant position of protection, what he's protecting behind his back, straight, firm...

And this stays true in Bankoku-Gai

And that doesn't change, but it does tell you enough considering their philosophy. The thing is, I think Suo doesn't see what he told Nirei in himself, but rather, when Suo says this he thinks of the person in his memory that embodies that

His master, whoever they are. Suo does not consider himself to be as strong as he thinks Kanji and Tsubaki are, or Sakura and Umemiya for that matter, because I still think this panel was not about physical prowess, but rather Suo not finding himself strong enough when compared to someone like Umemiya as leaders, as people capable of shouldering the weight of leadership.

As a side note, when at Furin, Suo's shoulders stand straighter, secure, his jacket fits like it should. He's still shouldering a certain amount of responsibility, but it is a sensible amount of it for someone his age, or at least one he can manage. In Bankoku-Gai, his shoulders are smaller and sloped, like he's shouldering a weight that's bringing him down, a weight too big for him, his clothes are clearly drawn to show they're too big, likely a hand-me-down from his master or the previous officer (if they're not the same person), a burden too big for someone so young.

Suo is not aware of how much he's shouldering, or how not normal that is. And because the position he has is so demanding, and it is very obvious something has been wrong in the city for a while and it's getting worse, Suo might consider himself as if he's not strong enough to fix things, to keep things afloat... He fails to realise he's only 15, possibly because he was trained (read groomed) for this spot, because he was expected to protect them...

But it is so clear he carries a big burden with that "there are some things they're better off not knowing"

It is likely that Rakta and Bacchus can't even debate him on that because they have to uphold the hierarchy and can't override an officer, even if it was to help said officer out because he's a kid...

the revelation that suo helped care for and train younger kids that were in harsh environments puts this scene, and the entirety of 56, into a fresh perspective for me. suo was familiar with circumstances like these. it even explains why he took the lead, when hes usually more content hanging back. suo couldve been working off of his own personal experience in ch56, but i dont really believe that anymore. he was very efficient when he entered sakuras house. it was well practiced. he intruded as much as necessary to ascertain sakurasa well-being, and left once he had.

these panels, however, i completely believe are things that suo went through. especially the second one. that has to be how he felt after losing/damaging his eye. the only thing we dont know is what happened that 'wasnt normal for him' but considering this whole conversation is about receiving help that you dont know how to engage with, it couldve been from his master, or from rakta or from bacchus. or someone unrelated! we dont know yet. OR it could even serve as foreshadowing for this current arc. nii sensei put in a blaring neon sign saying "SUO CANNOT HANDLE RECEIVING HELP IN THESE CIRCUMSTANCES" and nirei being like "i want to anyway ❤"

"There are two kinds of fear: one is fear of danger, and the other is fear of uncertainty. The first is natural. The second is something else. But when there are others smaller and more afraid than you, sometimes your own fear becomes less important"

and coincidentally (or maybe not) the three of them were abandoned by their parents, and after coming to makochi found a community to be part of

suo has ties outside of makochi, we don't where he was born, but considering he's an officer at the red chanpuru he must have expend at least a good portion of his life in bankoku-gai

i'm sure at some point the theme of luck will show up for suo and he will be told/will realize he was lucky for ending up as part of bofurin. he could even have been abandoned by his parents like the other three

if the red chanpuru is a dark mirror of bofurin i can see suo thinking how unlucky he was to have ended up in bankoku-gai

something about suo feeling lucky he got to spend that time in bofurin but not lucky enough to get to keep it forever

for every character happy to have ended up in makochi, we got a civilian in makochi ultra protective of their town. momijikawa being the most recent one

i dont think it's a coincidence natsuki and momijikawa were the last arcs before the reveal of suo being an outsider. i think suo will find himself having to decide what his home is, and having to deal with being an outsider

but another thing i've been thinking about is this is the first time we'll see the place the outsider comes from. so ive been thinking about the possibility of suo belonging to both makochi and bankoku-gai. you can, and many people do, belong to more than one place

What happens when two people obsessed with control suddenly become obsessed with each other?

When two yanderes fall for each other, love stops being soft. It becomes a dangerous game of possession, paranoia, and devotion where both are willing to cross every line just to keep the other close.

Pairing: Male!Yandere!Char x Female!Yandere!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆S — this story contains themes of obsession, stalking, manipulation, unhealthy attachment, invasion of privacy, morally gray characters, psychological tension, possessiveness, and dark romance dynamics. The relationship portrayed in this work is fictional and not meant to romanticize harmful behavior in real life. Reader discretion is advised.

A/n: Imagine a male character so consumed by his ambitions that nothing else in the world seems capable of distracting him. Now place that kind of person into a campus yandere AU. Someone who never planned on loving anyone suddenly becomes obsessed.

HIM

You were the kind of person everyone on campus seemed to know.

Not because you tried to stand out, but because people naturally gravitated toward you like sunlight through open windows.

Your smile lingered in people's minds long after conversations ended. You remembered names, noticed small changes, listened as if every word mattered. Even the quiet students who preferred corners over crowds somehow found themselves speaking to you without realizing it. Professors greeted you warmly in the hallways, classmates saved seats beside you without asking, and strangers softened the moment you looked their way.

You moved through the campus with an ease that made everything around you feel lighter, laughter spilling from cafeteria tables, familiar greetings echoing across corridors, hands waving from classroom doors.

It was effortless for you.

Not only were you adored, you were envied.

You were beautiful in the effortless kind of way people wrote poems about without meaning to. Smart enough to leave professors impressed, yet gentle enough to never make others feel small beside you. Your life was the kind that looked carefully crafted from the outside, a loving family, loyal friends, good grades, a future already glowing brightly ahead of you.

Everything about you seemed perfect.

The perfect daughter.

The perfect student.

The perfect girl.

People often said you lived like the main character of a dream.

And maybe you did.

Until you met him.

He ruined you without ever touching you.

Just seeing him was enough.

Enough to crack the polished version of yourself you had spent years maintaining so carefully. Around him, your perfect smiles became strained at the edges, your practiced composure slipping in ways no one else seemed to notice. He planted something ugly inside you—something obsessive, restless, hungry—and it spread quietly beneath your skin like a fracture hidden under glass.

For the first time in your life, you became imperfect.

And it terrified you.

So you buried it.

You buried every lingering glance, every racing heartbeat, every thought that kept returning to him no matter how hard you forced it away. You locked those feelings somewhere deep inside yourself, behind smiles and gentle laughter and the flawless image everyone adored so much.

No one could know.

No one could see the way your chest tightened whenever he walked past, or how your eyes searched for him in crowded hallways before you could stop yourself. You hid it so carefully that even you began pretending it wasn't there at all.

But hidden things rarely stay buried forever.

Soon, curiosity turned into habit.

You told yourself it was harmless at first — just small things, normal things. Searching his name late at night. Finding his accounts. Memorizing usernames. Watching the little green activity icon beside his profile as if it meant something important.

But his social media was almost empty.

He has no posts, no captions, no tagged photos.

Nothing that revealed who he was beyond the cold profile picture and the date the account had been created.

It frustrated you more than it should have.

Everyone else on campus lived so openly online, their lives scattered carelessly across pictures and stories and late-night thoughts. But him? It was like trying to follow the shadow of someone who didn't want to exist.

And maybe that was what pulled you in deeper.

The absence of information became an obsession of its own. You started lingering outside classrooms just to see where he went afterward. You memorized the rhythm of his schedule without meaning to. Which vending machine he used. Which stairwell he preferred. The exact time he usually left campus.

You convinced yourself it was only observation.

Just curiosity.

But curiosity didn't usually make someone stay awake at two in the morning wondering why he hadn’t been online for seven hours.

You became desperate for pieces of him.

Small details weren't enough anymore. You wanted to know the things people couldn't learn from passing glances in hallways. What music he listened to alone, what kind of coffee he drank when he was tired, whether he stayed up late, whether he laughed differently when no one was around to hear it.

So you started asking.

It has to be carefully. It has to be casually. Always with that same sweet smile everyone trusted too easily.

You slipped his name into conversations like it meant nothing.

"Oh, you know him, right?" "He seems quiet." "What's he actually like?"

People answered without hesitation. Why wouldn't they? It was you asking.

And when simple questions stopped working, you learned how to guide conversations exactly where you wanted them to go. A little praise here, harmless curiosity there, subtle nudges disguised as concern. You made people talk without realizing they were giving things away.

His favorite convenience store near campus.

The classes he hated most.

The fact he never answered calls after midnight.

The old scar near his wrist someone noticed once during gym.

You collected every detail carefully, storing them away like treasures no one else understood the value of.

Sometimes, after hearing something new about him, you would lie awake replaying it over and over in your head, feeling your chest tighten with a satisfaction so intense it almost made you sick.

And still, it was never enough.

────*୨ৎ*────

HER

He had always been good at control.

Control over his emotions, never making it slipped.

Control over his time, making sure its only for him.

Control over every decision that could possibly interfere with the future he had planned so carefully for himself.

Distractions were weaknesses, and weaknesses ruined people.

That was why he kept his distance from everyone. No unnecessary friendships, no meaningless attachments, no room for emotions that could cloud his judgment. His life moved with strict precision, cold and calculated, exactly the way he wanted it.

Then he saw you.

And suddenly, control meant nothing.

He tried to ignore it at first. Really, he really, really did. But no matter where he sat, his attention drifted toward you like something instinctive, something beyond his control. The sound of your laughter cut through crowded rooms too easily. Your voice stayed in his head long after conversations ended. Even the smallest things about you became impossible to overlook. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear while reading, the rhythm of your footsteps in the hallway, the soft crease between your brows whenever you concentrated.

It was maddening.

His eyes searched for you automatically now. Every classroom, every corridor, every passing crowd. Before he even realized it, he had already memorized your schedule more accurately than his own.

You were everywhere.

Sometimes he caught himself staring too long, watching the people around you with quiet irritation curling in his chest. He hated how easily others touched your attention. Hated the way they made you laugh like they deserved it.

They didn't.

None of them noticed you properly.

Only he did.

Only he paid attention to the things others ignored, the moments your smile looked tired around the edges, the way your expression dropped whenever you thought nobody was watching, the subtle shift in your mood depending on who stood beside you.

He noticed everything far more than he should have, far more than was normal.

But every time he told himself to stop, his obsession only sank deeper, rooting itself inside him until thoughts of you became impossible to separate from his daily life.

You had become his distraction.

His favorite one.

As much as he hated wasting time on things unrelated to his future, he found himself reshaping that future around you instead.

You became the exception to every rule he had ever made for himself.

His new goal.

His new motivation.

Whenever cruel rumors about you began spreading across campus, they disappeared before they could fully take shape. Posts vanished. Messages were deleted. The people who started them suddenly grew quiet, avoiding conversations whenever your name was mentioned.

And the people who upset you? The ones who made your smile falter even for a second?

He remembered every single one of them.

The senior who mocked you behind your back found his scholarship application mysteriously ruined days before submission. The girl who spread jealous lies about you became isolated after private screenshots leaked online. A boy who made you visibly uncomfortable during group work ended up transferring classes after relentless anonymous complaints.

He destroyed lives carefully.

Without ever allowing the blood to stain his own hands.

All for you.

The walking home is his most favourite part.

Every evening, he followed several steps behind you, hidden safely within crowds and dim streetlights. Close enough to keep you within sight, far enough that you never turned around suspiciously. He memorized the route so perfectly he could walk it blindfolded. The convenience store you occasionally stopped by, the stray cat that lingered near the corner bakery, the exact moment you adjusted your bag on your shoulder whenever you got tired.

To anyone else, it would have looked pathetic.

But to him, it felt almost romantic.

Like the two of you were walking home together in silence while the rest of the world remained unaware. Sometimes he matched the rhythm of your footsteps unconsciously, pretending, if only for a moment, that he belonged beside you.

You never noticed him there.

At least, that was what he told himself.

And yet, every now and then, you would slow down slightly during those walks, just enough to make him wonder if some part of you already knew.

────*୨ৎ*────

You knew it was wrong.

Disgustingly wrong.

The kind of thing that would shatter the perfect image everyone had of you if they ever found out. The kind of thing that could ruin your reputation completely, leaving behind nothing but whispers and horrified stares.

But by now, your obsession had already grown far beyond guilt.

You wanted more of him.

You wanted access.

Real access.

And so, one night, sitting alone in your dark bedroom with trembling hands and your heartbeat pounding violently against your ribs, you crossed a line you could never uncross again.

You hacked his phone.

The moment the screen finally loaded, something inside you snapped with terrifying ease. Fear should have stopped you. Shame should have made you close everything immediately.

Instead, excitement flooded through you so intensely it almost made you dizzy.

Pieces of him unfolded before your eyes one by one, intimate in ways he had never willingly allowed anyone to see. You stared at everything greedily, devouring details like a starving person finally handed food.

He set alarms absurdly early.

He barely texted anyone first.

He listened to the same songs repeatedly late at night.

He had dozens of unread notifications because he rarely cared enough to answer.

You loved every single detail.

Your fingers hovered over the screen longer than they should have, lingering over private parts of his life that no one else was meant to witness. It felt invasive. Filthy. Intoxicating.

You should have felt like a criminal.

Instead, curled beneath your blankets in the dead of night with his entire digital life open in your hands, you felt closer to him than ever before.

You knew it was wrong.

Disgustingly wrong.

The kind of thing that would shatter the perfect image everyone had of you if they ever found out. The kind of thing that could ruin your reputation completely, leaving behind nothing but whispers and horrified stares.

But by now, your obsession had already grown far beyond guilt. You wanted more of him. More than stolen glances across classrooms. More than overheard conversations and carefully collected details. More than the empty silence of his social media accounts. You wanted access. Real access.

And so, one night, sitting alone in your dark bedroom with trembling hands and your heartbeat pounding violently against your ribs, you crossed a line you could never uncross again.

You hacked his phone.

The moment the screen finally loaded, something inside you snapped with terrifying ease. Fear should have stopped you. Shame should have made you close everything immediately. Instead, excitement flooded through you so intensely it almost made you dizzy.

His messages. His photos. His notes. His alarms. His playlists. Pieces of him unfolded before your eyes one by one, intimate in ways he had never willingly allowed anyone to see.

You stared at everything greedily, devouring details like a starving person finally handed food.

He set alarms absurdly early.

He barely texted anyone first.

He listened to the same songs repeatedly late at night.

He had dozens of unread notifications because he rarely cared enough to answer.

You loved every single detail.

Your fingers hovered over the screen longer than they should have, lingering over private parts of his life that no one else was meant to witness. It felt invasive. Filthy. Intoxicating.

You should have felt like a criminal.

Instead, curled beneath your blankets in the dead of night with his entire digital life open in your hands, you felt closer to him than ever before.

────*୨ৎ*────

He knew this had crossed the line a long time ago.

Normal people didn't break into restricted rooms after campus hours. Normal people didn't sit alone in front of glowing surveillance monitors with their heartbeat steady and calm while committing crimes that could easily destroy their future.

But the thought barely bothered him anymore.

Not when it involved you.

The dim light of the CCTV control room reflected against his face as rows of security footage flickered across the screens. Hallways, stairwells, classrooms, entrances. An entire campus reduced to silent moving images beneath his fingertips.

And somewhere inside all of it was you.

He had planned this carefully for weeks. Memorized guard rotations. Learned which staff members forgot to lock doors properly. Studied the outdated security system until bypassing it became almost embarrassingly easy.

All because he wanted to see you.

Beside him sat a second phone, the one dedicated entirely to you.

His real phone remained at his bag, desk or whatever. Too risky to carry both. This one existed for a single purpose only: storing recordings, screenshots, schedules, notes. Every trace of his obsession hidden neatly behind passwords only he knew.

You lived inside that device more than anyone else ever could.

His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as lines of code and security prompts flashed across the monitor. One by one, he rerouted access, quietly linking camera feeds into his private system. The process should have made him nervous.

Instead, he felt almost impatient.

Then finally he had success, a small notification appeared on the screen.

Live access enabled.

His grip tightened slightly around the phone as the camera feeds loaded onto it one after another. Grainy footage flickered to life in tiny squares: empty corridors, classroom doors, students walking through campus under evening light.

And then he found you.

There you were, standing near the vending machines with your friend, smiling softly at something they said. Such an ordinary moment. Meaningless to everyone else.

Yet he stared at it like it was something sacred.

The corners of his mouth lifted faintly without him realizing. Now he could watch you anytime. Anywhere on campus.

This might be a shorter part, but I wanted to bring up how it feels like Suo has a complicated relationship with authority figures.

This observation started when we were first introduced to Umemiya via the school intercom.

He seems to immediately look down, and I would say this is just respect, but I've noticed he doesn't do this with any other people he respects, not even Umemiya himself later on, except for when he feels ashamed or something bad has happened. This made me think this was more a sign of submission at first, until he could finally observe Umemiya up close and figure he likes treating them as equals and with respect.

That alone already says a lot, do let me bring up that Suo always seems tense about people in general before he knows their intentions are good, and that particularly with their upperclassmen he seemed relieved as they showed themselves to truly be protectors of the town.

You just have to look at how surprised he was that Hiragii apologised for not stepping in, Sakura and him look like it's unthinkable that someone older would assume responsibility

His awe at Umemiya being like this when Sakura had an outburst and told him how he'd technically caused the problem in the first place

His clear relief at Kajii saying he'd help the elder woman out, despite his reputation and how he might look uncaring on the outside.

His surprise at Umemiya bowing and thanking them, when it's probably unthinkable that someone older would do so.

The moment that confirmed two things, one, how Suo probably liked Tsubaki more after learning his motivation for helping Ito-san, and his backstory being about being accepted as he is no matter what (I think it's intentional that we didn't have Nirei's reaction because Sakura and Suo's are the most important regarding this topic)

His surprise at Kanji praising them, that people he in general admires for their beliefs and their actions will praise them, thank them, apologise.... Yeah, we all know why this could be a thing.

Also, an example of Suo avoiding eye contact with Umemiya and Hiragii after keel when he feels ashamed about what happened.

This boy can fit so much trauma, I think his master might have been the only positive adult figure in his life but the discipline in his martial arts training and the gap of what was probably a traumatised child and an adult who probably didn't know how to deal with that, paired with the intricacies of a student-teacher dynamic kind of complicated things. But also, Suo seemed to be most comfortable with Ito-san, which kind of made me think of the possibility that Suo's master was an elder man and it makes Suo more comfortable because of that. The authority thing might come from experiences prior to his master then.

I do feel a lot of it is surprise and relief that Furin's members are truly how they say they are and truly stand for their role as protectors of Makochi.

Part 3

Also, tell me this doesn't sound like a damn cult with that image what the fuck. Now more than ever I'm leaning into the branded mark on Suo's back. This is like what I said about them doing rituals like blood oaths in some cult like dojos.

Also, if these two are his Kyodai, they seem significantly older. "I can hear the wind's voice here" he misses his friends.

Okay but also, that the answer to "I can hear the wind's voice here" being "You damn liar!" Doesn't inspire me much confidence on them being good guys, perhaps I'm right and Suo wanted to see if Furin would help him take down the corruption in his gang and someone figured out his plan, hence the answer, that's not the answer of someone who is unbothered by a gang hours away...

I'm not buying this btw, Endo bore Witness to Suo proclaiming himself a member of Bofurin to defend Sakura, he's trying to rile Sakura Up.

Endo has a warped up concept of what Umemiya has done with Bofurin, I'm not trusting him to have interpreted Red Chanpuru's motives and modus operandi correctly at all.

But is it truly protection of their town or is it control and power over it?

It sounds like an isolated place, by means of being a river island. Red Chanpuru existing since it's conception lays the ground for it to become cult-like and run the whole city. They apparently don't open much to the outside, which is weird considering they're multicultural. But it explains Suo's teacakes from around the world thing.

Nobody knew about Red Chanpuru, which is weird if the place's existence is common knowledge, this only confirms for me that they're closed to the outside

None of them expected this, because why would you expect a 15 year old to be an officer of an organisation that big

They can see the whole city from that big ass building, so they're not exactly hiding in their own town, but then that only confirms for me that whatever intel they have on them is old, they might have closed themselves to the outside over time, which again fuels my theory that they are attempting to control the whole city and it's really not about protection any more, or it's a twisted idea of protection.

Anyways, that it for now.

But I know what I saw, and that's the face of someone saying goodbye to their freedom.

“𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐦”

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. how does he react to you having the lowest of standards in your relationship?

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. mitsuki kiryu & hayato suo

𝐚/𝐧: yeah!! i was reading the manga first but lost track of what chap i was in so i decided to watch the anime instead lol

mitsuki kiryu!

kiryu notices something’s off on your very first date.

when the time arrives to pay the bill, he takes out his phone before you could take out your wallet. your surprised “wait…you’re paying?” making him pause mid-tap

he finds it both cute and a little heartbreaking. in a way, it means he has many chances to raise your standards.

oh, and he will. just you wait.