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He smiles. He laughs. His eyes are filled with happiness... so much so his mask covered so well what dark thoughts reside in the deepest corner of his soul.

Warning: yandere Takao (duh); implied violence
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Adoration does not begin to cover the obsession of Takao Kazunari over you. To him, you were more than his cute classmate, his pretty friend, his oh-so-oblivious crush. To him, the sparest of glance, the subtlest hint of your smile, the merest casual greeting of words, they were the very oxygen he breathes. He refuses to have any other; only you would suffice.
“Love,” Takao tasted the words in his mouth, licking his upper lip ever so slightly. His trained eyes focused on your back, observing the slightest of movement. You were laughing, your back shaking, and your head tilted up in complete attention to your classmate. Takao narrowed his eyes to the barest minimum. It was unnoticeable. “How can I have you?”
His lips twitched into a smile, although it lacked any warmth. Delicious, such a delicious thought. The idea thrilled him enough to break into a wide grin. He laughed, earning him stares from his classmates, although he was quickly dismissed when he turned to them to flash a mischievous grin back.
No worries, just your idiot classmate thinking of an inside joke.
Takao resumed watching you. 30 seconds, he started counting down. Your classmate waved goodbye. 20 seconds. You resumed occupying yourself, this time, with a book. 10 seconds. “Hey,” Takao let out his voice in a whisper, like a secret only to be shared between the two of you. 5 seconds. You turned around.
Takao was smiling, his eyes charmingly flirtatious. You easily flashed a smile back. “Yes, Takao-kun.”
“Kazunari,” he corrected your address. You laughed at his silly insistence, earning you his pout. “Kazu-kun..?”
“Maybe when you’re my boyfriend,” you teased.
“Then maybe I should,” Takao replied without missing a beat. If you had paid more attention, you would have noticed his tone dropped slightly lower.
But you don’t, of course. You didn’t have any reason to pay attention. This is Takao, your idiot classmate.
“Be my girl, (F.name)-chan.”
“Maybe next time, lover boy,” you dismissed him casually and soon enough, the teacher entered and class resumed.
Takao slumped back in his seat, but not without his eyes lingering somewhere on the back of your neck. Today, you wore your hair down. He let out a soft sigh, wishing you’d wear a ponytail more often.

It’s not very hard to fool people from suspicion. Takao is naturally friendly, sociable and loud. He laughs obnoxiously, starts pranks, and does not recognize personal boundaries.
Such is not a case around you, however.
It was obvious to everyone how Takao adored you. It was obvious to you. He mellows down, constantly asking for approval, shamelessly begging for your attention. It was cute, funny, and entertaining. The girls wish to be in your position. The boys wish Takao for goodluck.
Takao smiles at the encouragement, before setting his eyes on you, waiting with bated breath for your words. Because their words would not surmount to anything if you would not offer your surrender.
Mine. Be mine, my sweetest flower.
“I’m sorry..”
Takao couldn’t breathe.
“But I have to decline.” Because you barely know Takao. He's just a classmate sitting behind you. How can this boy be your boyfriend so casually?
“I can’t believe you, (L.name)-chan!” A girl, your classmate, jeered. “Go out with Takao-kun! Don’t embarrass the boy!”
The chorus of support followed. Kiss him. Tell him yes. Takao is a nice guy. Date him. You looked at him again and saw his eyes flashing the briefest despair of rejection.
Everything was overwhelming. It couldn’t hurt right..?
“Takao-kun, I meant.. yes,” the last word came out as a whisper, between a question and a statement.
Takao smiled, and oh how wonderful is that smile, and stood up to cup your face and kiss your lips. The whole class cheered and whistled at the bold move.
It was over as soon as it started. You looked at him. You blush-- no, you didn’t blush. You didn’t said anything as well. You would have slapped him (it was too bold after all), but something made you stop.
Do confessions go like this?
You stopped, because his eyes, now that you paid attention...
“Call me Kazunari, from now on.”
How is it, that Takao’s eyes are both devoid of emotion and filled with it?

Something is wrong.
Takao... no, Kazunari. Kazunari is a good boyfriend. He walks with you going to school and back home. His bentos are delicious. He accompanies you to your club meetings, classes, and study sessions in the library. He showers you with gifts and pepper you with compliments.
Kazunari is too good at being your boyfriend.
“(F.name)-chan~ I brought you some apples from senpai! It’s really delicious.” Kazunari’s voice echoed in the hallway. School has ended. You were supposed to go home alone. You decided to go home alone. Midorima even dropped a hint that there’s basketball practice.
You crouched lower inside the bathroom stall.
“My sunshine, you don’t have to hide,” his voice was sweet. But this time, you paid attention. You cannot help but pay attention. Sickeningly sweet. Empty of promises. You unconsciously gripped your ribs tighter, and hissed when you forgot there was a fresh bruise.
“... I heard that my sunshine. Come out, and I’ll pretend you simply didn’t hear until now.”
BANG!
The door flew open. Time seemed to stop when the only thing between you and Kazunari is the cubicle.
Fear took over.
You opened your stall, your face blank and stoic as you dragged your feet and faced him. He was smiling, his hand outstretched to cup your face gently. He leaned and kissed you. The firm grip of your wrist by his other hand made you kiss back, part your lips and let his tongue explore your mouth.
You whimpered and Kazunari pulled you closer.
“Good girl...”

Description
He smiles. He laughs. His eyes are filled with happiness... so much so his mask covered so well what dark thoughts reside in the deepest corner of his soul.

Warning: yandere Takao (duh); implied violence
--

Adoration does not begin to cover the obsession of Takao Kazunari over you. To him, you were more than his cute classmate, his pretty friend, his oh-so-oblivious crush. To him, the sparest of glance, the subtlest hint of your smile, the merest casual greeting of words, they were the very oxygen he breathes. He refuses to have any other; only you would suffice.
“Love,” Takao tasted the words in his mouth, licking his upper lip ever so slightly. His trained eyes focused on your back, observing the slightest of movement. You were laughing, your back shaking, and your head tilted up in complete attention to your classmate. Takao narrowed his eyes to the barest minimum. It was unnoticeable. “How can I have you?”
His lips twitched into a smile, although it lacked any warmth. Delicious, such a delicious thought. The idea thrilled him enough to break into a wide grin. He laughed, earning him stares from his classmates, although he was quickly dismissed when he turned to them to flash a mischievous grin back.
No worries, just your idiot classmate thinking of an inside joke.
Takao resumed watching you. 30 seconds, he started counting down. Your classmate waved goodbye. 20 seconds. You resumed occupying yourself, this time, with a book. 10 seconds. “Hey,” Takao let out his voice in a whisper, like a secret only to be shared between the two of you. 5 seconds. You turned around.
Takao was smiling, his eyes charmingly flirtatious. You easily flashed a smile back. “Yes, Takao-kun.”
“Kazunari,” he corrected your address. You laughed at his silly insistence, earning you his pout. “Kazu-kun..?”
“Maybe when you’re my boyfriend,” you teased.
“Then maybe I should,” Takao replied without missing a beat. If you had paid more attention, you would have noticed his tone dropped slightly lower.
But you don’t, of course. You didn’t have any reason to pay attention. This is Takao, your idiot classmate.
“Be my girl, (F.name)-chan.”
“Maybe next time, lover boy,” you dismissed him casually and soon enough, the teacher entered and class resumed.
Takao slumped back in his seat, but not without his eyes lingering somewhere on the back of your neck. Today, you wore your hair down. He let out a soft sigh, wishing you’d wear a ponytail more often.

It’s not very hard to fool people from suspicion. Takao is naturally friendly, sociable and loud. He laughs obnoxiously, starts pranks, and does not recognize personal boundaries.
Such is not a case around you, however.
It was obvious to everyone how Takao adored you. It was obvious to you. He mellows down, constantly asking for approval, shamelessly begging for your attention. It was cute, funny, and entertaining. The girls wish to be in your position. The boys wish Takao for goodluck.
Takao smiles at the encouragement, before setting his eyes on you, waiting with bated breath for your words. Because their words would not surmount to anything if you would not offer your surrender.
Mine. Be mine, my sweetest flower.
“I’m sorry..”
Takao couldn’t breathe.
“But I have to decline.” Because you barely know Takao. He's just a classmate sitting behind you. How can this boy be your boyfriend so casually?
“I can’t believe you, (L.name)-chan!” A girl, your classmate, jeered. “Go out with Takao-kun! Don’t embarrass the boy!”
The chorus of support followed. Kiss him. Tell him yes. Takao is a nice guy. Date him. You looked at him again and saw his eyes flashing the briefest despair of rejection.
Everything was overwhelming. It couldn’t hurt right..?
“Takao-kun, I meant.. yes,” the last word came out as a whisper, between a question and a statement.
Takao smiled, and oh how wonderful is that smile, and stood up to cup your face and kiss your lips. The whole class cheered and whistled at the bold move.
It was over as soon as it started. You looked at him. You blush-- no, you didn’t blush. You didn’t said anything as well. You would have slapped him (it was too bold after all), but something made you stop.
Do confessions go like this?
You stopped, because his eyes, now that you paid attention...
“Call me Kazunari, from now on.”
How is it, that Takao’s eyes are both devoid of emotion and filled with it?

Something is wrong.
Takao... no, Kazunari. Kazunari is a good boyfriend. He walks with you going to school and back home. His bentos are delicious. He accompanies you to your club meetings, classes, and study sessions in the library. He showers you with gifts and pepper you with compliments.
Kazunari is too good at being your boyfriend.
“(F.name)-chan~ I brought you some apples from senpai! It’s really delicious.” Kazunari’s voice echoed in the hallway. School has ended. You were supposed to go home alone. You decided to go home alone. Midorima even dropped a hint that there’s basketball practice.
You crouched lower inside the bathroom stall.
“My sunshine, you don’t have to hide,” his voice was sweet. But this time, you paid attention. You cannot help but pay attention. Sickeningly sweet. Empty of promises. You unconsciously gripped your ribs tighter, and hissed when you forgot there was a fresh bruise.
“... I heard that my sunshine. Come out, and I’ll pretend you simply didn’t hear until now.”
BANG!
The door flew open. Time seemed to stop when the only thing between you and Kazunari is the cubicle.
Fear took over.
You opened your stall, your face blank and stoic as you dragged your feet and faced him. He was smiling, his hand outstretched to cup your face gently. He leaned and kissed you. The firm grip of your wrist by his other hand made you kiss back, part your lips and let his tongue explore your mouth.
You whimpered and Kazunari pulled you closer.
“Good girl...”