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No, don't you dare stop rambling. The more you talk, the more I learn about you. The more I learn about you, the larger my database on you grows.
clinginess is so attractive to me. 30 missed messages? yes please. tell me everything.
a yandere with you, an oblivious, ditzy darling.
it's adorable as it's baffling, how you haven't picked up on a single clue despite it being right under your nose, how you look to him as such a great friend. worst of all, he's bad at this kind of stuff.
his tall, lanky frame not helping the way he trips over himself while following you in plain sight, wide eyes and flustered cheeks as he slips once again (not like anyone but you was fooled to begin with) about his... tendencies.
but you are none the wiser, especially right now, when you gasp:
"what is this?"
your soft, surprised voice rings out. his heart drops. your hand is nestled deep into his bag, and you seem to have one of his things — or rather, yours. in fact, multiple trinkets that have him gulping and itching to reach towards the rope and equipmwnt he keeps in his closet. oh, god, this is it.
"love, i can explain —!"
you hug him, "oh, thank you!"
uh... what?
gushing, you beam with a smile that could rival the stars' brightness and glory, tugging on his shirt in excitement. "i was looking for these everywhere; you're such a sweetheart."
the tips of his ears are a deep shade of red, his lips forming an o in apallment and delight. his hands are nearly shaking with adrenaline as he looks down at your eager expression, falling even deeper for you. he didn't even know this was possible, not before you.
he strokes a strand of your hair back, smiling. he wouldn't dream of shattering his beloved's heroic image of him. no, this is perfect.
just right.
i guess he doesn't need to resort to brash methods at the end of the day.
death will NOT do us part. move ur ass over I'm getting in the coffin too.
"sorry lol was that too creepy?" oh please! you could NEVER be too creepy for me!! I would literally allow you to put cameras in my room and stalk me 24/7!!! :3
stalking will always be romantic to me like oh, you're curious about me? you want to know what i'm doing right now? where i am? what kind of clothes i'm wearing? the kind of people i hang out with? i think it's sweet to have someone so fascinated by you that they pay attention to all the little details of your life. that kind of devotion is beautiful to me ♡
