Yandere Yuusuke just wants to crawl into your chest and just… stay there, if that makes sense.
He’s been longing for someone to hold him, someone to call home for a very, very long time. Which is why he acts rather clingy, for someone younger just met. See, he may have fallen for Ann’s beauty, but watching the way you fought for him in his father’s palace? He’s fallen for all of you rather hard.
His love comes quietly, but rather firmly. Fingertips reaching out just to brush against yours, soft instances that he walk you home after a day at the momentoes. At least, this is the most gentlemanly thing he’ll do.
Yuusuke has a tendency to want to make the best impression on you, and he’ll shell out whatever remains of his money on various trinkets just to make you happy. You have to remind him that Japanese pastries aren’t worth him starving for a week, but Yuusuke tends to turn a blind eye to the sharp pangs in his stomach when you’re munching on whatever delicacy you are.
There’s a certain sense of accomplishment for him, once he manages to provide for you. He’s rather old fashioned, after all. And if you pop one of those snacks into his own lips? He’s gently caressing your hand, kissing the very tip of your fingertips before pulling away awkwardly.
He’s not extremely clingy, unlikes Ren or Ryuji. He’s just… rather inquisitive. He needs to know every single little thing about you. How long your index finger is, the exact pace you walk, how many seconds does it take you to blink-
Things like that.
You become the main muse of his sketchbook. Frenzied, crazy sketches of you in every single scenario possible, some so intimate and detailed that you swear he’s stalking you. You wouldn’t be wrong, of course, but it’s nothing you can prove, really.
Yuusuke just really, really wants you.
You’ll won’t deny him that, will you?
