I tried making this gender neutral but idk if I did it right, please tell me any mistakes i made!
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The royal family has always been held to high standards. how they dress, how they act, everything has to be perfect in the eyes of the public
But a corpse sprayed with perfume is just a corpse nonetheless
Behind the closed doors of the royal chambers, anything was fair game; that was what your mother taught you: nobody is your friend, nobody is your ally. Do what you must to survive.
You never understood why you, being the youngest of 7 siblings, would have to fight to survive. The crown was never yours to take. So you stayed in your room, read books about knights in shining armor and princesses in castles, dreaming that maybe when you inevitably get sold to the highest bidder with the disguise of a political marriage, you could escape and live an adventure of your own
Oh, how foolish you were
you the one that was never seen as a treath and lived a quiet little life in your room, while your siblings, their mothers and allies stabbed eachother in the back.
one after the other the numbers where decreasing, 8 at the start now only one remains
your father very past his prime not able to have more children, so there’s only one heir to the throne.
long live the new ruler Y/N
You were never meant to be the next ruler of this kingdom, with all the responsibilities that came with being the head of the empire also came with a lot of expectation, one particularly was the one that gave you the most headaches
children.
you were expected to have multiple children ideally with different people to make political alliances and join new lands into your territory.
and a couple people were more than eager to bear them.
kalos the knight
Kalos was your friend, Was.
He was a trainee for the royal guard, he was an extraordinary strategist but lacked a lot of physical strength due to an illness he had.
you two met as kids bonding over a book you were reading, he used to pretend to be the knight in your stories and made promises of saving you when the time comes. You never meant to make him join your harem, you only suggested it when you found out that as a consort he would be able to join war meetings and go up the ranks as a knight.
it was a simple plan really, one with not much thinking behind it, he would get to use his brain as a war strategist and you had the excuse of starting a harem with somebody you had no interest in touching you or you touching them.
That was until in one of your personal tea parties kalos came dressed in silky clothing, one that showed his chest and shoulders. He put make -up on that day to accentuate his beautiful eyes and keep playing with your hair and trying to make excuses to touch you, after all you were so very tired of being a ruler and he was so very capable with his hands after all.
you understood too late that his devotion as a knight was not to the crown but to you
Bella the scholar
Bella had once been the apprentice of your father's most trusted advisor. After his passing, she inherited both his position and, much to her dismay, the responsibility of advising you. She often claimed she'd much rather spend her days tending to plants than attending council meetings, yet somehow she always managed to have the answer to every problem placed before the throne.
For a scholar, Bella looked nothing like the stories described. There were no flowing silk gowns or delicate gloves hiding ink-stained fingers. She favored practical tunics and sturdy boots, clothes that could survive crawling through forests or kneeling in muddy garden beds. Her hands were rough, littered with tiny cuts, calluses, and dirt permanently lodged beneath her nail,a testament to countless hours spent cultivating rare herbs and studying botany.
Rumor had it she could outlift half the royal knights, and after watching her haul sacks of soil across the palace gardens without breaking a sweat, you were inclined to believe it. She had little patience for etiquette, even less for nobles who mistook appearance for competence. More than one arrogant lord had learned the hard way that the woman they dismissed as a mere gardener possessed both a sharper mind and a stronger punch than they did.
Bella joined the harem by a dirty trick she pulled on you, the way you spend countless sleepless nights trying to solve problems for your people charmed her heart very quickly. One day while having some tea in her chambers you found that this new brew she prepared was specially sweet.
the next thing you knew was that you were passed out on her bed.
according to her you were just so sleepy and so vulnerable that she just let you sleep on her bed for the night.
After all, if any noble or servant saw their ruler in that state, they would talk and talk and that could harm your reputation.
oh but the implications of spending the night in another’s one chambers was so scandalous!
and thus she became part I of your harem as a “cover up”.
is not like she has been planning for months no, that would be foolish
Midas the foreigner
Midas was the only one that was disgusted to join the harem at first, he was more or less a gift sent by their parents to promote good relationships between lands.
When you two meet he was disgusted by you, not that he found you ugly or unattractive but that the thought of somebody using people for pleasure the same way one would use a new shirt everyday makes him feel inhuman.
he was very surprised when you made the statement of having not intention of touching them. A wave of relief washed over them, but only followed by skepticism, this must be a dirty trick to make them lower their guard, well news flash is not gonna happened.
they didn’t lower their guard for the first two weeks, even when you offer pastries and books about music that he adored so much.
Even when you got him his very own arp to perform in front of a banquet of people, something he's been dreaming of since he was a child. He didn’t lower his guard.
even when he tried so hard to convince himself that the ache in his heart and pant was not because he caught a whiff of your perfume.
when he finally lower his guard, full expecting you to take him, he got offended by you not doing anything.
not offended at YOU exactly. Maybe you were just too shy?
what if he wasn’t beautiful enough?, he was selected for you rather than his sibling, then why. Won’t. You. Take.him
he was breathtaking in any sense of the world
he could be more beautiful, he could be stunning he could be whatever you want him to be
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.
YANDERE!IDOL x GN!READER — obsessive yandere / delusional yandere / cyberstalking / reader is a fan / fan signing event / he’s painfully awkward / never meet your idols, amiright?
A/N: double posting because it’s my birthday this week (˶>⩊<˶) i had fun w the fake texts & tweets!!
introduction • masterlist
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 who almost spits out his drink when his manager tells the group that they’d be hosting a fan signing event in your city.
You’d be there for sure. Right?
Right?
He’s counting down the days immediately. Obsessively checking all your social media accounts for updates as if you were the idol instead, wondering whether or not you’d come to see him.
He’s literally kicking his feet and squealing. Of course you would. You love him too, don’t you? Not in the way he loves you, but you’d get there, once you meet him and speak to him in person. He just knows it.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 who goes crazy with his skincare and his haircare and his workouts and his diet — all in preparation for the big day. How could he ever face you if he doesn’t look perfect? He’d simply die of shame.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 who doesn’t sleep a wink the night before the event. His racing thoughts keep him up, thousands upon thousands of imagined scenarios flitting throughout his head. What if he confessed to you then and there? Prostrated himself at your feet? What if he ‘accidentally’ bumped into you in the hallway? Orchestrated one of those “meet-cute”s that you love so much? The possibilities were endless.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 who is an anxious mess during the event itself. He’s constantly glancing at the queue, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, completely neglecting the other fans sitting in front of him at the moment. His body is running on autopilot — smile unwavering, responses warm and polite — but his attention is solely fixed on finding you.
When you walk through those doors and catch his eye, he starts smiling so hard he genuinely looks as if he’s gone insane. He has a pretty face though, so he looks good no matter what he does. As you shuffle through the queue, he never takes his eyes off of you, not even once. He wonders if you noticed. You probably did, from the way you kept glancing back to look at him.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 whose hands can’t stop shaking when it’s finally your turn to speak to him. His signature is so jerky, and his script looks close to illegible as he hastily scrawls his number underneath his name.
However, you don’t notice, for the rest of his demeanor is flawless, and you are too preoccupied with making small talk with him to pay attention to what he’s doing with his hands. You hardly have the time to exchange three sentences with him before you have to make space for the next fan, anyway.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 whose anxiety goes into overdrive. What if you can’t read his writing? What if you think it was a joke? What if you don’t text him? What if you think he’s weird? Did he act too stiffly? Were his responses normal enough? Was his smile too creepy? Did he look too eager? What if, what if what if —
He’s literally going insane. He can’t even pull out his phone and check your posts to see your true thoughts about him right now. He’s dying. He’s drowning. Is this what suffocating feels like? There’s bile clawing up his throat, poison surging through his veins —
He shoots to his feet, the chair clattering to the floor behind him. Excusing himself, he says he isn’t feeling too well. He bolts out of the convention hall.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 who runs and runs and runs — until he runs into you.
You’re already in the parking lot, halfway to your car, and the resulting scene could come straight out of a rom-com.
“Wait!” he calls. It comes out sharp. Desperate. “Y/N!”
You turn around. Brows raising high the moment you realise who it is.
He scrambles up to you breathlessly, the mask of ‘perfection’ he put on as an idol entirely shattered. Hair clings to his sweat-slicked skin, and even with all the makeup he has on, a faint blush peeks through.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 whose mind goes blank when he finally gets the chance to speak to you freely. Every scenario he had imagined, every speech he had rehearsed, every witty one liner he had planned to say... All of it, gone.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 who has a grand total of zero social skills. He started training as an idol at a really, really young age — even dropped out of school to pursue this line of work — and thus has had no chance to interact with other people outside of his group and his bosses. When he is not “an idol”, he is really no one at all.
You blink. He blinks.
He raises a trembling hand to gesture at the signed album in your arms. “I, uhm... My number — You...?”
His face burns with crimson embarrassment. How very eloquent.
“Oh!” you say. You laugh, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard in his life. “I was wondering about that. Do you, ah, want to erase it or something...?”
His response comes out much more passionately than he had intended to be. “No! I — I mean, it’s... for you. It’s for you.”
“Oh,” you say, again.
The silence stretches on between the two of you. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead.
He gulps so audibly he swears it echoes throughout the parking lot.
“Text me? Please...?”
Surprise flashes across your face, before a shy smile, like dawnlight peeking through the clouds, blooms. His heart stutters.
“Sure. Is later alright? I have to get going now...”
“You could give me your number instead!” he offers quickly, stumbling over the words. “So I — Just in case you forget.”
“Ah, sure...!”
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 who doesn’t hear a thing while he’s getting chewed out by his manager. Head filled to the brim with thoughts about you. Fingers twitching, dying to unlock his phone so he can text you. He’s an addict at this point, addicted to the drug that is your attention.
(Yeah. You’re cooked. Unless you’re into that, then by all means.)
I had my last finals exam today so a little something to relax.
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love island but it’s a whole ass villa that’s head over heels for you.
just imagine. you, a pretty woman, are trying to find that good romance you’ve been missing all your life. So when you meet up with the 6 other villa girls that you quickly connected with, you didn’t expect 7 fine ass men to come one at a time to greet yall.
6 fine ass women and 7 fine ass men. You felt like you were in heaven.. until shit got deep.
Imagine your surprise the next day when you had countless of chats in different places. There was never a moment to rest, and the camera crew was working overtime to capture each moment you had with these men.
You thought everyone was happy with their couple form yesterday (though you noticed it took quite a while for each men to pick their partner.. especially since you were taken first), but it seems like there was something else you had missed.
“[Name], may I pull you for a chat—”
“Oh fuck off! We just started talking.”
“You were talking to her for 2 hours, asshole! You’re not even suppose to be back here—nobody can even see you!”
You didn’t mean to cause drama on your second day in the villa. Hopefully it won’t turn into another season of baddies.
After a tragic accident erased your memories, you no longer remember the man you married. Unfortunately for you, Ryomen Sukuna remembers everything. And he'll do whatever it takes to make you remember him too.
Everything was so much weird.
When you first opened your eyes, the world was a blur of harsh lights and a rhythmic, annoying beep that made your head throb. A crowd of people were hovering over your bed, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror and desperation. It felt like they were looking at a ghost or maybe a god that had suddenly fallen from the sky. The moment you blinked and stared back at them with blank, unrecognizing eyes, the room dissolved into quiet, breathless weeping.
You were completely utterly lost. Who was the woman with the dark circles under her eyes calling herself Shoko? Why was she gripping your hand like her entire world was ending? You knew your own name y/n echoed clearly in the empty caverns of your mind, but beyond that single fact, there was only a vast, terrifying void. You understood the modern world. you knew what a smartphone was, you recognized the concept of Wi-Fi, and when you mumbled those details, the doctors in the room let out collective, gasping sighs of relief.
But the real shock came twenty minutes later.
The heavy door to the hospital room burst open with a violent slam. A man lunged inside like a madman, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. You had never seen anyone look like him. His hair was a soft, striking shade of pastel pink so pretty and unexpected that you wondered for a fleeting second if he had dyed it just to stand out. Dark, intricate tattoos mapped across his skin, curling around his sharp cheekbones and framing his eyes. And those eyes... they were a piercing, burning red, swirling with a volatile mixture of terrifying rage and profound, shattering sadness.
You just sat there in your oversized, faded blue hospital gown, looking small and fragile as your confused gaze met his. The man froze, roughly brushing a strand of pink hair out of his face. His clothes were covered in a layer of grey dust and dried grit, looking as though he had sprinted straight off a construction site the second he got the news.
"Fucking... God. Hey, princess... fuck, don't you ever scare me like that again" he breathed, his deep, gravelly voice cracking as he took two massive strides toward your bedside, staring down at you with a desperation that made the air feel heavy.
You shrank back into the pillows, your brow furrowing. Princess? Were you in some bizarre historical simulation? Did kings and horses still exist? No, the blinking medical monitors around you disproved that immediately.
"Mr. Sukuna, please. I need to speak with you in private for a moment" a woman in her mid forties interrupted, her expression incredibly grave as she stepped between you and the huge man. She glanced at the other people lingering by the door. There was a teenage boy, maybe sixteen, who had the exact same pink hair as the tattooed man, his face streaked with tears. Beside him stood another boy with unruly, spiky black hair and a dull, stoic expression that couldn't quite hide the anxiety in his eyes. At the doctor's quiet command, they all slowly filed out into the hallway.
Left alone for a moment, you stared at the stark white walls, the untouched glass of water on the bedside table, and the crushing, dull monotony of the room.
When the door clicked open again, the female physician returned, holding a thick medical chart. The tattooed man followed closely behind her. He tried to offer you a small, reassuring smile, but it looked incredibly strained on his rugged face. His crimson eyes locked onto you, tracking every breath you took as if you might literally vanish into thin air if he dared to look away for a single second.
"Hello, y/n. I am Dr. Jennifer" the woman said kindly, stepping up to the mattress. "Do you know why you were brought here today?"
You frowned, looking between her and the towering man. "No."
The syllable was short and hollow. Beside the doctor, Sukuna’s entire frame stiffened. His jaw clenched so hard a muscle feathered violently beneath his tattoos, his knuckles turning white as he balled his hands into fists.
"Right. But you do remember your name?" she pressed gently.
"Yes... y/n I am Y/N." you answered firmly. You knew the name belonged to you, even if the history attached to it was completely gone.
"And do you know where you are right now?"
"A hospital?"
"Correct" Dr. Jennifer nodded, opening the document in her hands. "Look, I am going to explain exactly what happened, and I need you to listen very carefully, alright?" You gave a small, hesitant nod. "You were in a severe accident yesterday evening. You were walking home from the local market when a car veered off the road and hit you. It is a miracle you walked away with minor physical injuries, but the trauma to your head has caused a severe case of retrograde amnesia. Honestly, it's a surprise you even remember your name right now."
You let out a quiet hum, your eyes drifting down to your own hands resting on the thin blanket. That was when you noticed it a slender, platinum band set with a brilliant, flawlessly cut diamond resting securely on your left ring finger. It looked incredibly expensive, classy, and entirely foreign
So you were married.
"Y/n" Dr. Jennifer’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You snapped your head up to look at her. "This man standing beside me... he is your husband."
The doctor tilted her head toward the giant. He was massive easily over six feet of raw, intimidating muscle, his tattooed face giving him a terrifying, dangerous aura. Your very first instinctual thought was that this man looked incredibly scary.
Sukuna didn't say a word. He just stood there, letting you analyze him, before he offered you a tiny, incredibly vulnerable nod. You tilted your head, staring into his intense red eyes, desperately searching for a single spark of familiarity. Did I really marry this giant?
"His name is Ryomen Sukuna, and he is going to take care of you" the doctor continued, closing her chart. "For the next few weeks, you need to let your brain rest, but you also need to gently stimulate it to try and regain those lost memories. Spending time in a familiar environment, in your own home with your husband, is going to be the best medicine for you."
You nodded mutely. You didn't exactly have a choice. You were being handed over to a complete stranger who happened to hold a legal claim to your entire life.
"Alright then. I wish you a safe and speedy recovery" Dr. Jennifer said with a final, empathetic smile before slipping out of the room.
The heavy silence that followed was suffocating. Sukuna cleared his throat roughly, taking a few slow, tentative steps toward the edge of your bed. He moved with an immense amount of caution, as if he genuinely believed a sudden movement might break you into pieces. He pulled up the small plastic chair, sinking into it.
"Hey" he said softly. Even in a whisper, his voice was incredibly manly, deep, and rough.
"Hello" you replied shortly, your eyes tracking his hands.
To your surprise, his large, scarred fingers were trembling slightly as he fidgeted with them, refusing to meet your eyes. When he finally looked up, you realized the piercing red of his irises was completely glossy, swimming with unshed tears.
"Yo... you're getting discharged today" he choked out, taking a deep, ragged breath as if the mere act of speaking was causing him physical pain. "I'm going to go sign the paperwork, and then I'm taking you to... our house. I'm going to do whatever the fuck it takes to help you remember, princess."
You stared at his rugged, tattooed face for a long moment before letting out a soft, distant hum.
An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of a sleek, black Jeep, The man Sukuna kept his left hand firmly on the steering wheel while his eyes flicked toward you every sixty seconds, his intense gaze making a nervous flutter erupt in your stomach.
You stared out the window, watching the city buildings, sprawling neighborhoods, and vibrant green trees blur past. Intrigued by the warm breeze, you raised your hand, pressing your palm gently against the glass as if you wanted to touch the passing leaves. Instantly, the window smoothly rolled down. Startled, you turned your head to find Sukuna adjusting the master controls, his eyes locked onto you with an unreadable warmth.
"Can I ask you something-" you murmured softly.
"Yes." The answer came incredibly fast, almost desperate. He was hanging on your every word, practically begging for you to speak to him.
"How... how did we meet?" you asked, leaning your elbow on the door frame as the wind whipped through your hair.
"We met in high school" he answered quickly, navigating a sharp turn onto a quiet, "We've been married for seven years."
"High school?" You tilted your head, a faint smile touching your lips as you extended your hand just slightly out into the rushing air. "Were we friends back then?"
"Careful" he commanded firmly, though there was no real heat in his voice. You obediently pulled your hand back inside. A faint, nostalgic softness crept into his red eyes as he looked ahead. "Friends? no. You could say we didn't liked eachother each other when we first met. You thought I was a loud, arrogant mannerless jerk and I thought you were a stubborn, bossy brat."
He smoothly pulled the Jeep into a long brick driveway, coming to a stop in front of a breathtaking, modern two story house. It was painted a crisp, elegant white with sleek charcoal-grey accents, boasting massive, floor to ceiling windows that caught the afternoon sun.
"This is...our house" Sukuna murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "We've been living here for about four years."
He killed the engine, threw his door open, and practically sprinted around the hood of the car to open your door before you could even reach for the handle. He extended a massive, tattooed hand toward you, his palm open and waiting. You stared at his hand, your eyes traveling up the thick muscles of his forearm, before you deliberately stepped down onto the driveway without taking it.
Sukuna’s hand froze in mid-air. You watched his fingers slowly curl back into a fist before he pulled his arm away, a flash of pure, agonizing heartbreak crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a stoic expression.
As your feet hit the pavement, you looked up at the towering structure, desperately begging your brain to spark even a single ounce of familiarity. Nothing came. But as you turned around, you caught a glimpse of the man standing beside you. He was on the absolute verge of tears. His chest was tight, his jaw locked as he stared at you. You were his entire world, his beautiful wife, and yet you were looking at him like he was a total stranger. He suddenly felt a wave of profound hatred for every single time he had ever been mean or stubborn with you in the past, even in jest. He just wanted his girl back. His sweet innocent girl.
"The house is beautiful" you murmured gently, walking toward the porch.
'The house.' Not our house. The detached wording made Sukuna’s jaw clench painfully.
"Of course it is. I built the damn thing" he muttered, following closely behind you.
It was your exact dream house. Years ago, back when you were just broke college students dating in a cramped apartment, you had traced a clumsy design on a napkin, telling him you wanted a modern white house with endless windows, three bedrooms, and a kitchen large enough for the two of you to bake and slow-dance together while listening to old jazz records. Sukuna had kept that napkin. The moment he made his fortune, he hired a crew but did the vast majority of the heavy structural work with his own two hands. He had gifted you the keys on your third wedding anniversary, and he could still vividly remember the way you had wept tears of joy, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him until you were both breathless. He wanted that smile back. He would give anything just to have you look at him the way you used to.
You stepped inside, ignoring the heavy emotion rolling off him. Sukuna quickly gathered your small hospital bags and followed you into the foyer, shutting the door behind him.
Your eyes immediately gravitated toward the kitchen. It was vast, open, and undeniably stunning, featuring a massive quartz island and a huge sliding glass door that opened directly into a manicured backyard garden. The entire layout felt strangely perfect.
"Let me show you... around" Sukuna offered quietly.
He spent the next half hour guiding you through the corridors of what was supposed to be your life. But as he showed you the grand master bedroompointing out the side of the bed where you used to curl into his chest every single night your face remained entirely blank. You felt a twinge of heavy guilt pooling in your stomach. He showed you the living room, drawing your attention to a collection of large, breathtaking canvas paintings hanging on the walls.
"You painted those" Sukuna noted, a faint trace of pride in his rough voice. "You're a brilliant artist, princess."
You blinked in genuine surprise, looking down at your hands. "I drew these?" You were suprised, you don't even remember touching a brush in your life. But this is your new life. New start.
"Yeah." Sukuna stopped at the edge of the hallway, looking down at you with completely bloodshot eyes. He hadn't slept a single second since the hospital called him about your accident. All he wanted to do was wrap his massive arms around your waist, pull you flush against his chest, and bury his face in your hair until the nightmare ended. But he couldn't. "Look... you can sleep in the guest bedroom down the hall, or you can take our bedroom and I'll stay in the guest room. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable you."
"Okay" you hummed softly.
His heart broke a little more at the compliant, distant tone. "I'll go start on some dinner, and then I'll get your medication ready. If you need a single damn thing, you just call out for me, alright? Your clothes are all in the dresser, undergarments in the top drawer, pajamas in the second..."
You nodded, offering him a polite murmur of thanks before retreating into the guest room. You changed into a simple, comfortable t-shirt and sweats. A little while later, his deep voice echoed up the stairs, announcing that dinner was ready. You walked down to the dining room, sitting at the large table like a polite houseguest waiting to be served.
"Do you need help?" Sukuna asked, carefully sliding a steaming bowl of homemade chicken soup and a large spoon toward you. You shook your head, grasping the utensil and taking a quiet sip. He sat across from you, his own bowl entirely untouched as he just stared at your face. "Y/n... you really don't remember a single damn thing about me?"
His voice cracked completely on the last word, the raw vulnerability of a ruthless man exposed right in front of you. You looked up, meeting his glossy red eyes.
"No... I don't. I'm really sorry" you whispered genuinely.
He let out a slow nod, swallowing the lump in his throat as he forced himself to look away. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault."
"Do I... do I have parents? Or friends?" you asked, a sudden curiosity about your own forgotten life bubbling up.
"Yeah. You have parents. Your father—"
"Where are they?" you interrupted quickly, leaning forward. "Do they know I was in an accident? Why aren't they here?"
"They haven't spoken to you in over seven years. Not since the day you married me" Sukuna said, his tone dropping into something cold and bitter.
"Why?"
"Your family is rich as fuck. Extremely strict, arrogant aristocrats" Sukuna explained, his red eyes locking back onto yours. "They completely forbade you from seeing me because I was just a rough, tattooed bastard from the wrong side of the tracks with a criminal record and a unstable future. They told you that if you walked out that door with me, you’d be cut off permanently."
You stared at him, a sudden spark of heat flaring in your chest. "Well, that's so stupid of them. It sounds like a good thing we don't talk to them then."
The sheer, unyielding loyalty in your voice made Sukuna’s lips twitch, a genuine, heartbreaking smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. Even with a wiped memory, his sweet wife still possessed that exact same fiery, protective spirit.
"Yeah" he chuckled hoarsely, letting out a long sigh. "You have an incredible best friend named Shoko. You two are both doctors. you work in the exact same surgical unit at the city hospital. We have a ton of mutual friends we met back in our high school days. And those kids at the hospital? The pink-haired teenager is my nephew, Yuji, and the dark-haired one is Megumi, our friend's kid. They practically worship the ground you walk on, princess. You love those brats to death."
"Can I see them?" you asked, a genuine smile finally breaking across your face.
"Of course. Whenever you want." he promised, his eyes tracking the way your lips curved.
Sukuna let out a sudden, rough snort, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes. "Old or not, woman... you're still completely breathtaking."
A deep, violent blush instantly stained your cheeks. You hadn't been around an attractive man or any man, for that matter in your conscious memory, and having this giant, dangerously handsome individual throw such a raw compliment at you made your heart do a chaotic somersault. You quickly looked down at your soup, missing the way his eyes softened at your reaction.
Over the next three weeks, the fragments of a life began to surround you, even if the puzzle pieces wouldn't quite lock into place.
Yuji and Megumi came over to the house constantly. Yuji spent hours enthusiastically teaching you how to make his signature protein shakes and weird jello molds, his loud laughter filling the quiet house, while Megumi sat nearby with his usual serious expression. But the moment you offered Megumi a soft, encouraging smile, his sharp features would instantly melt into something deeply tender. Yet, beneath their smiles, you could see the underlying sadness in their eyes every time you failed to remember a shared inside joke.
When Shoko finally visited, she broke down completely, throwing her arms around your neck and sobbing into your shoulder. It was a bizarre maybe stupid too, overwhelming feeling being fiercely loved by people you couldn't even remember and a heavy weight of guilt began to settle deep in your chest. You even met Toji, Megumi's father, a tall, stoic man who didn't say much but looked at you with a quiet, profound pity that made you realize just how broken your situation truly was.
And then, there was Sukuna.
Your husband spent every single day patiently guiding you through your routines, driving you past your old university, cooking your favorite meals, and trying every gentle trigger possible. But your mind remained a stubborn, locked vault. Sukuna was growing desperate furious and completely fucked up by the stagnation.
To make matters worse, just one week before the accident, you had playfully taken down every single one of your framed marriage photographs to rearrange the living room gallery wall, hiding them away in a "genius spot" that Sukuna had completely forgotten more like you didn't even told him. He had spent hours frantically tearing the house apart while you were out, searching for a single modern photo of the two of you together.
He was completely unraveling. He couldn't sleep. The woman he loved was sleeping in the room next to him, yet she looked at him with the polite, distant eyes of a stranger. He felt like a ghost haunting his own home. One evening, he sat alone in the dark kitchen and wept the third time he had ever cried in his entire life. The first had been tears of pure joy on your wedding day when he saw you walking the aisle. the second had been out of terror when the ER doctor told him a car had struck you. and now, he was crying simply because he missed his wife so damn much
His phone offered no help either. his gallery was filled entirely with candid photos he had taken of you you stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your head, you laughing in a department store dressing room, or a hilarious picture of you biting into a raw lemon and making a completely disgusted face. He had no photos of the two of you together on his device, you had always been the one insisted on keeping the physical, printed albums. The only joint photos he could find were a few faded, wrinkled prints from your high school days, showing a younger, wilder version of himself wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laughed into the camera. When he showed them to you, you just stared at them blankly. It was killing him.
At the end of the third week, Sukuna was sitting heavily on the living room sofa, completely exhausted after another failed search through the house. He was mindlessly scrolling through the candid photos of you on his phone, a faint, melancholy smile touching his lips. His fingers traced your face on the photo, your bright smile. your bubbly laughter at his most unfunniset jokes, now all of that are vanished.
The heavy front door clicked open. Shoko had taken you out for an afternoon of shopping to get you out of the house, and she had just dropped you off at the curb. You stepped into the foyer, balancing several shopping bags in your arms.
Sukuna instantly locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket as he stood up, his red eyes drinking in the sight of you. "Had fun, princess?"
"Yes, I did. And thank you... for letting me use your credit card" you said softly, walking over to the coffee table and gently sliding the black card back toward him.
"You bought dresses?" he asked, pointing toward the bags. Honestly, he didn't give a single fuck about the money. you could have emptied his entire bank account and he would have gladly signed it away just to see you happy.
"I bought a few things..." You cleared your throat nervously, your fingers twisting together. "But... I actually bought something for you, too."
The words hit his chest like a physical blow. Even with her mind completely wiped, your beautiful, kind soul was still looking out for him. "Really?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Can I see it?"
You gave a small nod, walking over to the couch and tentatively sitting down right next to him. The close proximity made his heart start to hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird.
"I don't know if it's really your style, or if you'll even like it..." you mumbled bashfully, reaching into a small velvet pouch and pulling out a heavy, intricately braided silver bracelet studded with raw, brilliant red stones. "The color... it just immediately reminded me of you. Of your eyes."
You gently reached out, grasping his massive, calloused wrist to drape the metal over his skin. Oh God, if you only knew how fast his heart was racing beneath his chest. Your soft, warm fingers lingering against his pulse point was pure, exquisite torture.
"It looks incredible, Y/n. Thank you." he whispered, a genuine, breathtakingly soft smile spreading across his tattooed face as he looked down at the crimson stones.
"Thank you... for being so incredibly patient with me" you said quietly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Sukuna let out a long, ragged sigh, his hand hovering over yours for a fraction of a second before he pulled back. "I will always be patient with you, princess. Always."
You looked directly into his burning red eyes, and for the first time in three weeks, a warm, genuine smile broke across your face. Sukuna felt his breath hitch. he was entirely certain he was about to pass out from the sheer weight of his love for you.
"Can you stay right here for a bit? I need to go jump in the shower real quick. I'll be fast" he muttered hoarsely, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently ruffle your hair a comforting, domestic habit he had carefully maintained. You let out a soft chuckle at the gesture.
The moment his heavy footsteps disappeared up the stairs and the sound of running water echoed through the pipes, you stood up, wandering aimlessly around the quiet main floor. Your feet pulled you toward the small, cozy library nestled just off the living room. The walls were lined with hundreds of books some ancient leather volumes, others modern art textbooks. You pulled one off the shelf, flipping through the pages before sliding it back into place.
As you stepped back, your eyes caught a glimpse of something hidden on the absolute highest shelf, shoved far back into the shadows near the ceiling. It looked like a massive, heavy frame leaning flat against the back wall, obscured by a decorative ceramic vase. Intrigued, you stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arms up as high as they could go, blindly reaching for the top edge of the wooden frame.
Your fingers caught the molding, but as you pulled, the heavy ceramic vase shifted, losing its balance.
Crash!
The vase shattered against the hardwood floor with a deafening, echoing smash. Startled, you let out a sharp cry, stumbling backward as the massive hidden frame came tumbling down from the top shelf, striking the edge of the desk before landing flat on the rug. The backing of the frame split completely open upon impact, and a massive cascade of loose, glossy photographs erupted across the floor hundreds of them, scattering like playing cards across the room.
You gasped, placing a hand over your racing heart as you looked away from the broken pottery, your eyes drifting down to the sea of images covering the floor.
You froze.
Right at your feet lay a massive, professionally printed portrait. In the photograph, you were sitting securely on Sukuna's lap. You were wearing a breathtaking, flowing white lace wedding dress, holding a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers, and laughing so brightly your eyes were crinkled shut. Sukuna was clad in a sharp, tailored black tuxedo, his massive arms wrapped fiercely around your waist from behind, an absolutely massive, unbothered, triumphant grin plastered across his face.
Your breath hitched violently. You stumbled forward, falling to your knees as your hands frantically snatched up another photo from the pile. In this one, you were hoisted high up on Sukuna's broad shoulders at a crowded, flashing outdoor music festival; your mouth was wide open in a breathless scream of laughter, while his large hands were clamped firmly around your thighs to keep you safe, both of your faces painted with pure, unadulterated euphoria.
You grabbed a third photo, and the entire world stopped spinning. It was a quiet, intimate shot taken right in the backyard garden outside. You were sitting cross-legged on the green grass, wearing a simple summer dress with a soft, shy smile, while Sukuna’s heavy head was resting completely in your lap. He was looking up at you with an expression of such pure, unconditional adoration it made your soul ache, while your fingers were woven gently through his soft pink hair.
Pink hair.
The backyard.
The jazz music.
The napkin.
A sudden, violent explosion of memories ripped through the barriers of your mind. It wasn't a trickle; it was a catastrophic, roaring tidal wave. Seven years of laughter, fierce arguments, passionate late-night apologies, the smell of his skin, the exact weight of his body pressing you into the master mattress, the sound of his deep voice whispering "I've got you, princess" into the dark. It all hit your brain at once with the force of a freight train.
The sheer, overwhelming velocity of the memories made the room spin violently. Your vision blurred into a vortex of white light and crimson eyes. You let out a choked gasp, your strength entirely giving out as your body collapsed sideways onto the hardwood floor with a loud, heavy thud, the scattered photographs of your life pooling around your unconscious form.
When you finally opened your eyes again, the harsh glare of the ceiling lights was gone, replaced by the warm, dim ambiance of the living room. You were laying flat on the soft fabric of the sofa.
"She's waking up! Sukuna, look, her eyes are moving!" Yuji’s panicked, loud voice cut through the quiet room.
You blinked heavily, your vision slowly focusing. Megumi was standing right beside his cousin, his dark eyes wide and completely swimming with anxiety. Shoko was hovering over you, a small medical flashlight in her hand, her face pale as she checked your vitals.
But your heart didn't care about any of them. Your eyes frantically scanned the tight circle of people, instantly landing on the massive, tattooed man standing frozen at the foot of the couch. His pastel pink hair was damp from the shower, his chest heaving under a plain black t-shirt, and his face was a mask of pure, absolute terror.
As your eyes met his, a single, heavy tear spilled over your eyelid, tracing a hot path down your cheek. The vast, terrifying void in your mind was completely gone, replaced by the roaring, beautiful fire of your reality.
"Ryo..." you choked out, your voice a broken, breathless sob.
Sukuna froze, his entire frame visibly violently shuddering at the sound of the nickname the private, intimate name only you were ever allowed to call him.
Before anyone else could even blink, you threw yourself forward off the sofa cushions, completely ignoring the dull ache in your muscles. You lunged straight into his space, your arms wrapping fiercely around his massive neck. You buried your face in the crook of his collarbone, gripping the fabric of his shirt with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity as you pressed a hard, crying kiss directly against his tattooed jaw.
"I remember... us" you sobbed violently into his skin, your entire body trembling as the tears flowed freely. "I remember everything, Ryo... I remember you."
Sukuna’s mind completely blanked. For a single, breathless second, he couldn't even process the words. And then, a raw, ragged sound escaped his throat a mixture of a sob and a laugh. His massive, powerful arms came crashing down around your frame, pulling you so close against his chest you could barely breathe, lifting your knees entirely off the floor as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
And there, in the middle of his living room, surrounded by his family and the scattered photographs of your love, Ryomen Sukuna closed his eyes and wept for the fourth time in his life.
"I fucking love you" he whispers
(not me me writing all night just for 36 like and one reblog😣🙏🏾)
During your college years, PreYandere!Playboy was the undisputed king of the campus social scene, a textbook Playboy who treated hearts like disposable toys. PreYandere!Playboy slept with almost every girl in his orbit, but PreYandere!Playboy established a cruel, unspoken rule when it came to you: he would never touch you. Whenever you tried to confess your genuine feelings, he would openly mock you in front of his friends, turning your vulnerability into a spectator sport. "You? Please. You're not my type, not even close," he’d laugh, tossing his arm around a random girl he’d met five minutes prior.
Yet, PreYandere!Playboy completely weaponized your unrequited love to make you his personal servant. He kept you at his absolute beck and call. You were the one staying up until 4:00 AM completing his midterms, writing his essays, and doing his group projects while he was out partying. He would text you a blunt, demanding message, "Need the finance paper by tomorrow, don't mess it up." and you would do it, completely starved for even a shred of his validation. PreYandere!Playboy bullied you constantly for being so pathetic, yet he took everything you gave him without a single ounce of gratitude.
The true tragedy was that your feelings didn't vanish when the graduation caps were thrown. You entered the corporate world still hopelessly hooked on him, carrying the heavy, exhausting weight of that college-era yearning. For the first year after graduation, you still answered his late-night texts, still listened to him complain about his shallow flings, and still allowed yourself to be his emotional safety net while he continued to ignore your worth.
The change happened slowly, then all at once. The exhaustion of adulthood finally overtook the romanticized delusion of your college years. You started working at a new firm, making your own money, and meeting entirely new circles of people who actually treated you with basic human respect. For the first time in your life, you went out for drinks with coworkers who listened when you spoke, and you realized just how starved for genuine connection you had actually been.
The first time you left him on "Read" wasn't even a grand statement; you were simply too busy enjoying a dinner with friends to care about his text. When you checked your phone hours later and saw his usual, low-effort message ("Bored, what are you doing?"), A strange wave of apathy washed over you. You didn't reply. You locked your phone and went to sleep. Within a month, leaving his messages on Read or entirely unscrolled on Delivered became your new normal.
Your silence completely shatters PreYandere!Playboy sense of reality. For years, his entire ego was built on the absolute certainty that no matter how badly he treated you, no matter who he slept with, you would always be waiting in the wings, hopelessly in love with him. You were his anchor. The moment he realizes his text messages are staying on Read for days at a time, a terrifying, ugly panic claws its way into his chest.
Yandere!Playboy lifestyle completely loses its flavor. He goes out to clubs, but he spends the entire night staring at his phone, waiting for three typing dots that never appear. He tries to hook up with random people to prove he doesn't care, but he finds himself completely numb, utterly furious that you are the one successfully moving on. His arrogant, cocky facade completely breaks down, mutating into a desperate, obsessive hyper-fixation. He didn't want you when you were at his feet, but now that you are walking away, he is realizing you are the only person who ever truly mattered.
Because you aren't answering his phone calls, Yandere!Playboy resorts to stalking your new life. One rainy evening, as you step out of your office building, chatting and laughing with a new coworker, you freeze. Standing by the curb, completely drenched and staring at you with a wild, hollow look in his eyes, is him. He doesn't look like the polished, arrogant campus king anymore; he looks unhinged, desperate, and deeply dangerous.
Yandere!Playboy steps right into your path, completely ignoring your coworker, and grips your upper arms with a force that trembles. His voice is a ragged, breathless choke, completely stripped of his old playground mockery. "Why aren't you answering me? Who is this? You don't get to just stop looking at me. You spent four years telling me you loved me; you don't get to just change your mind! I don't care about anyone else anymore. I want you. Look at me! Tell me you still look at me!"
The second official audio drama for Backstage Infatuation is finally here — and this time, the spotlight belongs to everyone’s beloved idol, Kier. From the very beginning, I always imagined his voice carrying a certain warmth and intensity, so hearing this project finally come to life honestly feels surreal to me.
I also want to give a massive thank you to GoddessOfGreed for sponsoring this entire audio drama. Funny enough, I only recently found out that the “anonymous” supporter was actually one of my closest friends all along. I genuinely had no idea, and finding out made this project feel even more special to me. Your support means more than words can explain, and I’m incredibly grateful for your kindness and belief in Backstage Infatuation.
And of course, an enormous thank you to BillyYandereVA2 for bringing Kier to life so perfectly. The emotion, delivery, and atmosphere in this performance completely exceeded my expectations, and I honestly could not stop smiling while listening to it. You captured so many sides of Kier beautifully, and I’m beyond happy with how everything turned out.
Thank you so much to everyone who continues to support Backstage Infatuation, whether through listening, sharing, commenting, or simply being here for the journey. I hope you all enjoy this second audio drama as much as we enjoyed creating it, and I can’t wait to share more with all of you in the future. See you again in the next audio drama.
he's been everywhere around you lately, approaching you with beaming excitement. "let me hold those for you." he says, taking a bunch of heavy books from your arms.
"thanks, cho. it felt like my bones are going to break carrying them to my place."
he smiles, "anytime, y/n. you can always call for me if you need help."
he appears at the grocery checkout with a few items in hand, offering to help you carry your things to your car. he picks up your calls the second it rings and shows up at your front porch when you send him a message. he somehow gets partnered with you in every school activity that requires a partner to finish it.
you share each other's ideas on how you'd finish the activity then he'd get it done in no time. sometimes, it makes you think you're not doing enough as his partner but he assures you you've done enough.
it's been like that for months, you're starting to get used to it. your friends teased you about having a personal superhero who always shows up any time you need them. you laughed but couldn't help but think of how true it was. it's like he knows exactly when you'd need him.
yandere!choso wants to make things easier and more convenient for you. he shows up to your place now without you needing him around. thanks to him, your place is always clean. he lingers behind you as you cook dinner, asking if you need him to chop the vegetables.
when you decline, he starts washing the used dishes or utensils you put on the sink. "cho, stop, i'll do it later." you'd say but he insists. you could do nothing but stare at him for a moment then genuinely thank him.
yandere!choso wants to be useful to you, you'd rely on him on everything. you basically just have to sit still pretty and breath. he wants to be so reliable to the point where you couldn't do anything without his help.
Yandere/stalker x reader fics are so fun to read because how tf can you stalk me here in the South East asian slums, bro? The backyard? So you're swimming in the ilog?
Obviously this isn't what the authors meant but it's funny these twinks are bobbing their head in doodoo crocodile water, actually they're riding the buwaya, They have their binoculars on and they're standing on their crocodile body ofc ofc
@freakcircusofhorrors @nekoboydreams I don't use Tumblr, but I still wanted to show appreciation towards the author. Thank you for making such an amazing game!! Hope you like the little fanart I made :)
should i start sharing my cosplays here too? anyways congratulations Sol for becoming a comfort cos, now I can't wait to bring more visual novels soon 🥀💚✨
I didn't actually know what to expect from this game, but there's actually two different yanderes in this one and a cool ending if you try to ignore/refuses to favor one over the other. Lev is a bit more on the possessive/protective side while Sora is closer on the obsessive/worshiping type, so you have two yanderes to work with. There are five endings, one bad ending, two endings for each love interest. This is actually the same person who made You My Love.
The story starts out with Ari at school, being annoyed by everyone's investment in falling in love. The teacher talks about the Valentine's Festival, and about how if you confess under the full moon that night, they will be able to last forever. As they walk to another class, their friend, Sana gossips about the various confessions going on in school , while Ari seems disinterested about it. Ari goes into the music room and finds a boy named Sora, who is sitting at the piano. Ari recognizes him from class as the boy who likes to write poetry. If we talk to Sora, we learn that he often writes notes while reading books like Shakespeare, which causes him to get flustered as he didn't realize someone was watching him. After leaving, Ari decides to skip their last class, PE, and tries to rush home, only to run into Lev. Ari is annoyed by this and can even banter with Lev for a while before Lev eventually leaves for a bit. Ari returns home, still annoyed by everyone being obsessed with falling in love. Sana ends up calling Ari who asks if there's anyone that Ari has an eye on.
After the call, Ari decides to go and complete their homework, something they are motivated to do as neither of their parents ever finished high school. Upon finishing their work, Ari heads to sleep and dreams about the festival grounds and someone watching and talking to them, though they cannot see who it is. They wake up in the classroom with the teacher talking about pairing up for a project. Ari is paired with Sora, where Sora will comment that they look tense and Ari can talk about their dreams with him. The two talk about quotes from Wuthering Heights with Sora first talking about his favorite quote and the two start writing their poems around the story. Sora reads Ari's poem out loud and compliments them on their writing. Before Sora can finish, the bell rings, with Ari telling Sora to swap numbers so they can finish later. Ari goes to the library to study for their other classes only to get hit in the head with a book by Lev while he's pulling out a book. Ari can then tease him or cut it short when interacting with him, talking about the book ordering in the library or joking about the book that fell on the ground. After Lev leaves, Sana comes in to talk about them and Lev, happy that they are talking to other people, not just her. Ari goes to their locker after to find a poem written by Sora inside of it before freaking out when they can't find their anxiety medication. They start run out of the school, paranoid that someone is following and watching them. Ari ends up running into Sora, who is working at a convenience store and gives them some chocolate milk to calm down before he offers to walk Ari home. Ari can compliment or talk to Sora but after walking home Ari ends up feeling dizzy and passing out.
Ari wakes up in their room confused to how they got there, only to realize that they missed class and started to run to school. As they run, they panic as they have to pass their courses or otherwise be unable to get the scholarship before running into Lev. Ari tries to shove him out of the way, but Lev tells Ari that the assignment (that is worth 50% of their grade) was pushed until next week, calming them down. Lev tries to cheer Ari up before Sana comes in to check in on Ari as well, though after Sana leaves, Lev starts to become extremely possessive, angered that Sana interrupted them. Ari runs past Lev afterwards and into the music room to find Sora playing piano. Sora talks about how he wrote the song. Ari gets a headache and tries to recall last night's events with Sora, that they passed out (despite not drinking the chocolate milk) and that Sora carried them in. Sora admits that he thinks about Ari excessively. Ari can then jump out the window (really funny) or slap Sora. Either way, Ari will find themselves in the school courtyard and find both Sora and Lev there. Sora and Lev will start arguing over each other until Ari basically tells them to leave them alone and the two back off. Ari can then decide to chase after either guy or go home.
If they go home, Ari will be annoyed at Valentines day and annoyed at the two. Next thing we know, Ari is at a coffee shop to take a break. Ari is supposed to meet with Sana, but she cancelled at the last minute, leaving them alone in a coffee shop during Valentines Day. Sora and Lev both come to the coffee shop to sit with Ari, much to Ari's annoyance. Lev and Sora start bickering and Ari has to stop the argument. After a coffee spill and attempting to run away, the two end up following them and Ari leads them both first to a bakery and then to a bookstore. Eventually Ari leaves to get tutored, though upon leaving the bookstore, they find that it's very dark. Ari gets lost and gets greeted by a suspicious man that tries to flirt with them. Ari is able to run away and go home safely, though not without panic. Throughout Valentines Day, they only focus on studying and ignoring all calls. Th game will then force a error basically with the yanderes stating we chose the wrong path and forcing us to start from the beginning.
For Sora's normal route, Ari will go after Sora after they tell the two to leave, following him to the music room. Sora confesses his feelings and the two have a moment together. The game goes on as usual, though instead of simply running when the man confronts Ari, Sora will step in and protect them. Sora is able to beat the guy up and threaten him with a knife. After chasing the guy away, Sora expresses how scared he was of losing Ari and offers to let Ari stay at his place for the time being. After sleeping, Ari wakes up in the classroom, they see Sora there who talks about how obsessed he was over them, and how he drugged them so that they can be together forever.
For Sora's true ending, the events of the normal route will play, but instead of meeting Sora in the classroom, Ari is determined to meet him in the festival, ending only when the two confess their love for each other.
For Lev's normal route, Ari will instead chase after Lev into the soccer field. He first talk about how parasitic Sora is and how he's just pretending to be quiet so he can watch and swoop in when Ari needs him. Lev confesses to Ari and the two spend time together. The game goes on as usual, but instead o simply running when the man confronts Ari, Lev will step in and protect them. Lev will fight the man, pull out a knife and slashes the man on the arm as a warning before he runs away. After getting pissed about what that man did, Lev takes Ari to his place for protection. Ari wakes up in their room with Lev, who won't let them out to school. Lev talks possessively about Ari and makes sure that he is the only one on their mind.
For Lev's true ending, the events of the normal route will play, but instead of locking Ari in their room, they will wake up in the classroom and Ari is determined to meet him at the festival, ending only when the two confess their love for each other.
I will say when playing this game, I didn't realize that Lev would be a yandere, so I went into the game believing that Sora would be the main yandere. This is mostly because Lev doesn't really show his yandere side until much later in the game. This is both good and bad as it does make it a surprise that Lev is a yandere, but it also doesn't give us a lot of yandere moments with him, at least compared to Sora. Speaking of, I do think the distribution of Sora and Lev is very lopsided. Sora by far does much worse things than Lev does and has much more scenes. Sora is a stalker and drugs the MC, we get to have a scene where Sora calms the MC down after they lose their anxiety medication and brings them home, along with having a class with them to write poetry. Lev on the other hand only has scenes where the MC bumps into him and flirts with them. I think that if Lev had his own scene or two with the MC (such as for instance, finding out that Lev is the one who stole the anxiety meds, or perhaps the two studying together) it would feel much more equal. In terms of endings, I actually really like the bad ending the most, while I feel like the best endings are much more lackluster in nature. I mostly think the best endings are boring because between Lev and Sora's best endings, there's not much difference: the MC will wake up in class and run towards the temple to meet either love interest and confess. Besides their reactions, there's no variation on it, which makes it feel a bit forgettable. I think the normal endings are much more interesting, as each yandere has a slightly different way of taking care of the MC, with Sora basically locking the MC in the classroom and confessing that he drugged them, while in Lev's keeps the MC in the room during the Valentine Moon, forcing them to confess to him. Finally there's the ending where you reject everyone, which I think is the most interesting. Basically in that ending, what will happen when the MC returns to their room is that the game will prompt out error boxes (such as system error boxes) that have both yanderes threaten the player and forces them to restart. I personally really like this mostly on the coding side because it is actually such a fun idea and I would love to do it in a future game.
Between Sora and Lev, I much prefer Sora, not just because he has more content, but also just because I prefer obsessive yanderes over possessive ones. Sora is also much more shy and artistic, but that's neither here nor there. Between the two, Sora is definitely more dangerous given that he does actually drug the MC and (I believe) does stalk the MC as well, but I do like the moments between them otherwise, especially when the two write poetry together (also Sora blushes more than Lev, so that's an automatic win from me). Lev is much more possessive but I can respect the fact that once he does show his true side to the MC, he basically says something like "take it or leave it" showing that he's not going to change for the MC. Unfortunately, as I said earlier, there just isn't that much for Lev, so his characterization compared to Sora is just a lot less.
Finally, we have the MC which I initially didn't like too much, but they started to grow on me. Initially they seemed like someone who just hated the Valentine Moon because (at least in my point of view) it was not only annoying, but because "they're not like the other girls". However, I did really like the idea that the MC wanted to be well educated and the first to graduate from their family, so I can understand why the MC might be frustrated with the attitude of the school, especially since everyone else seems well off enough to slack off. I think it also builds into the idea of why the exams are so important to them, and really makes you feel for them when they panic and run to school. I also think its unique characterization that they have anxiety pills, though other than them being stolen, I feel like they could've used that more. Still, I can appreciate this kind of MC as at least they do have characterization that is interesting.
Overall, I do think that this game was much more interesting that I initially thought it would be. I think that the game could've gone more deeply with some of the concepts that it had and that it could make some of the endings more unique, but I think that this game is pretty good for what it is.
