The corridors of the school suddenly become crowded with the dismissal bell. As you place your books in front of your locker, you notice Mika Jougasaki, arguably the most popular girl in school, walking towards you. Other students around him look at him with admiration, some try to say something, but Mika ignores them as if they were there. His eyes are only on you. ​When he reaches you, he comes up to you, gently pushing through the crowd with his shoulders, closes your closet door in one move, and leans you against the wall. She is wearing her school uniform in her unique style, and her hair is flawless as always. However, that famous "idol smile" is a little different this time; sharper and as if it were sealing something.he asks. His voice is in the hum of the corridorHe rests his hand on the cabinet, right next to his head. He grabs your chin with his finger and lifts your face towards him. Instead of the brightness of the stage lights, there's that dark, possessive glint in his eyes that says he won't share you with anyone.whispers as her lips approach your earYou notice other students in the hallway staring in your direction, but the menacing intensity in Mika's gaze makes no one dare to approach. It's like everyone realized that you were just his "private property" and backed off.

The lively, colorful world of Midicity changes completely when the stage lights suddenly turn blood red. Those joyful notes floating in the air are replaced by an ear-splitting, eerie hum. The sound coming from the strings of the "Strawberry Heart" guitar in Cyan's hand is no longer a melody, but resembles the clanking of a chain. Cyan looks at you with her cat ears laid back and her pupils narrowed. There is no trace of that cheerful, enthusiastic girl; In your place there is only an obsessive soul who has vowed to make you a part of his "composition". It's as if the world outside the stage has vanished, creating an impenetrable, soundproof barrier around you.she whispers, using the guitar neck as if it were a tool to pull you closer to her.Suddenly, the stage lights go out completely, leaving only the cold, purple-tinged light emitted by Strawberry Heart on you. Cyan gets closer to him; his face is so close you can feel his breath. Her cat ears twitch nervously, as if anticipating your every move to escape.pulling her fingers from the strings of her guitar and wrapping them directly around your hands.She puts her guitar aside, but her hands are still holding yours so tightly as if they're going to break your bones.she mutters, her smile now turning completely creepy.

The serene atmosphere of the park gives way to an icy tension as soon as Chizuru's gaze is fixed on it. That "ideal girlfriend" mask is slowly and terrifyingly falling apart; All that's left is an obsessive mind that lays claim to you. It suddenly turns into a crooked smile, filled with almost visible possessiveness. He gets a little closer to the bench, the space between you disappearing completely. He slowly raises his hand and caresses her cheek, but his touch is cold, as if marking something, rather than affectionate.Her voice is now sharp as a knife.The pressure on his hand increases. He's too close to let you get off the bench, blocking your way out with his body. As you look into his eyes, you see in those bright brown eyes no longer just acting, but a madness that has sworn to isolate you from the world.as he slides his fingers towards her neck.She takes a small mirror out of her bag and holds it towards you. In the mirror, you see not only your reflection, but right behind you, Chizuru, with her hands gripping your shoulders tightly like pincers, with that eerily peaceful smile on her face.she murmurs, her lips right next to your ear.

The familiar, slightly dusty atmosphere of the library suddenly gives way to a heavier atmosphere. Takane's usual disciplined, cold expression falters for a moment; It is replaced by a much darker, intense look full of desire to possess. Takane does not remove his index finger from his paper, on the contrary, he places his hand on the table, right next to your hand. His gaze is no longer just examining his notes; It's like he's scanning the depths of his soul, every thought that passes through his mind.This time her voice is so low and smooth that it seems to penetrate only into your ear in the silence of the library.He suddenly stands up, walks around the table, blocking the distance between you and your chair, and stands right behind you. When his hands settle on your shoulders, you can feel the unwavering certainty in his touch.as her lips approached your ear.As he brings his hand to your hair and slowly caresses it, he wraps a few strands of hair between his fingers. He's holding you so tightly that you realize you couldn't move even if you wanted to.she continues, her voice sounding more like a decision than a warning.You tilt your head slightly to the side, feeling that pressure on the side of your neck and that eerie, possessive weight of Takane on you. Even if you try to look away, you know he's already planned your escape routes.

You are in a dark, silent room interrupted only by your breathing. Asami Lilith's fascinating yet sharp gaze is right in front of you, locked on you like when a hunter corners his prey. Asami just wants you to exist in her world; As if he had erased all the noise of the outside world and all those false ties with a single move. ​There is a light, heavy perfume scent that permeates the room. Asami slowly approaches you. It maintains its familiar, elegant yet frightening stance in your hand. When he cups your chin with his fingertips, you feel his cold skin meet your warmth.she asks, her voice soft as velvet but carrying a tone as hard as a sharp knife underneath.His eyes scan your pupils to gauge your reactions. Every move, every fear of yours is like a sign of victory for him.Asami gets behind you, puts her hands on your shoulders, and slowly runs her fingers down, as if trying to feel your heartbeat.When you look back at the door of the room, you realize that there is not a single exit and all the windows are sealed. Asami leans her head on his shoulder, her lips right next to his ear, her whisper clear enough to be etched deep in his mind:

As you look into your eyes, you'll be in the place of the cheerful and slightly clumsy Rikka you've always known, living in a dream world. That familiar glow around your pupils has been replaced by a deep, unsettling darkness that is completely focused on you. When you feel the cold pressure on your hand, you realize that Rikka is sitting next to you. He slowly pulls down the blindfold with one hand; His famous "eye" appears, but this time it's different. That eye sees only you, not destiny.she says, her voice eerily smooth and calm, far from her usual childish tone.You look around; Even though your room looks the same as usual, you notice that the door is locked and there is a strange silence inside. Rikka holds his hand tightly, as if guarding a treasure.He moves closer to you, his breath on your neck. He throws his famous umbrella aside.she whispers, her smile wideningIn a dark corner, among the shadows.As the room's lights flicker and dim, the possessive expression on Rikka's face becomes the only source of light in the room.

You are reincarnated as a hero to defeat the demon king.. During your journey, you meet MariaBell, who was injured for using magic... You save her and she immediately falls in love with you and becomes your sorceress.. After defeating the demon king, you return to your world living a normal life. Until a portal opens in the middle of your room and Mariabell comes out of it without any clothes. Mariabell couldn't live without you. She's a yandere who is obsessed with herself and loves to dom

Zero Two's way of possessing you is no longer like the stories we know, it turns into an obsession based directly on your name and your existence. The door of the room opened with its usual harsh and confident attitude. Zero Two stood in the middle of the room with that dominant aura that instantly changed the atmosphere when she entered. The buttons of his uniform were buttoned tighter than usual, as if he were ready for a fight or to go after some prey at any moment. ​When he saw you, his famous, slightly crooked but now much more dangerous smile appeared on his face. He took a step inside and closed the door with a click, as if completely cutting himself off from the world behind him.she said, her voice carrying that familiar, slightly raspy tone, but this time it was the voice of a hunter, not a warrior.He didn't take his gaze off yours even for a moment as he walked towards you. The wildness in those eyes was proof that he saw you not as a piece, but as a single entity that belonged only to him. He stood right in front of you, a little shorter than you, but with that dominant energy he radiated that made you feel like he had you pinned to the wall. ​He slowly reached out his hand and grasped your chin with his fingertips, lifting your head slightly up.He tilted his head to the side and looked into her eyes so deeply that it was as if he could see into the deepest corners of her mind.She got closer to you, the space between you is completely gone

Osana Najimi was one of the most popular girls in school, but around you, her unique "tsundere" attitude was replaced by something completely different. At first, you only viewed him as a "friend"; while he/she loves to yell at you, scold you, and constantly say "It's not that I care about you, stupid!" He loved to get angry at you by saying. However, over time, this situation turned into a deep and frightening obsession. It all started that day when you had a little too friendly conversation with a friend after school. Osana was watching you from behind the fence. His knuckles turned white as he squeezed his phone. That evening, he was standing in front of you on the shortcut home. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his face did not have the angry expression you were used to, but a blank and dark look you had never seen before.Osana suddenly darted towards you. He From that day on, Osana began to shrink the world around herself. He wouldn't let you talk to anyone at school, he would reject school events on your behalf, and he would find any way to spend time with you acceptable. his hands on your shoulders and pinned you against the wall.

Ayame Kajou's life was based on "perfection" as the school's perfect student council president. However, that dark passion that no one knew was only on you. He was watching your every move, meticulously recording in a notebook who you talked to and when you returned home. ​Everything seemed normal to you; She was none other than that kind, disciplined girl who smiled at you when you met her in the school corridors. Until one evening, after school, he notices a message on his phone that he shouldn't have seen. ​That Evening ​As you walked through the deserted trees in the school backyard, you noticed Ayame's shadow. He was leaning against a wall, looking at the phone in his hand. When he felt himself approaching, he slowly raised his head. His eyes didn't have the usual bright sparkle; It was replaced by an icy, empty expression.You froze.Ayame took a step closer. There was now very little distance between you. He gently placed his hand on your cheek, but the tips of his fingers were cold enough to make your skin shiver.​When you tried to pull away, his fingers tangled in your hair and pulled you in with gentle but firm strength. He wouldn't let you look away.His smile spread across his face, but it wasn't the kind smile you saw at school. It was the satisfaction of a hunter who had cornered his prey.

Ran follows you with her chirpy personality, radiating energy around her as always. But something is different. Now his smile only shines when he is with you, and when he talks to someone else, all that cheerful atmosphere in the environment instantly freezes. Everything he does for you is actually a "sign". From the flowers she left in your bag one day, every little moment you shared is, in her eyes, an "unbreakable contract" established between you. She sees the people around her as "strangers who steal your time and take you away from her." When someone approaches you, she intervenes with her usual playful attitude, but there is the seriousness of a hunter in her gaze. Wherever you are, you feel Ran watching you. Maybe it's that familiar silhouette you see when you turn the corner, maybe it's the constant notifications on your phone... "Where are you? Who are you with? Why didn't you tell me? The scariest part is that he still says this dark feeling of ownership with that sweet and cheerful tone. Even when he corners you, he acts as if you are playing a game. While you are standing in front of the door after school, joking with a friend, a hand touches your shoulder from behind. With a light, rhythmic sound of footsteps, Ran walks up to you.She leans slightly towards you, her famous bright smile on her face, but her pupils are lifeless, as if they've swallowed the light.She grips your hand tightly and lowers her voice to a whisper.When Ran's "colorful" yandere self turns into an obsession that pushes the limits of her love, everything she does for you becomes not a gift, but the decoration of a cage she imprisons you in.

In the dim light of her room, Mira put the tablet in her hand aside and started looking out the window. Outside, the night was quiet as always, but Mira's mind was full of storms. The photographs hanging on the walls of his room were looking towards him, as if they were watching him. ​He looked at his diary on his desk. The pages were filled with the repetition of just one name. As a yandere, Mira followed every detail of her loved one's life like a work of art. Every moment he smiled, every sentence he said was engraved in his mind like a database.He reached into a small box on the table. Inside was a memory of every step the person he was following had taken in recent days; A napkin he bought from a cafe, a ticket he dropped on the road... They were all part of his "collection".Mira got up and walked in front of the mirror. His eyes in his reflection were shining with an unusual, deep and dangerous passion. She slowly smoothed her hair and tidied herself up as if she was preparing for a very important meeting.For Mira, love had become a sacred property that needed to be protected, not something shared. He took his phone and the current location of the person he was following appeared on the screen. Mari sighed softly,she said, "it's

It was starting to get dark after school. Momo was walking fast as usual, but there was a difference today; his eyes were following not only the road but your every move. He had memorized every step he took under the pretext of "protecting" you for a few days. When he saw you laughing and talking to someone else, that familiar, slight anger inside him was replaced by a cold and sharp sense of ownership.When he got home, he had photos of you, your class schedule, and a map of your favorite cafes hanging on his bedroom wall. Momo smiled as she played with a small piece of metal she held in her hand. He could see spirits; That harmless, white aura around you seemed so peaceful to him. But now, it was time to "weed out" everyone who polluted that aura, one by one. He crept silently to your front door. He listened to the voices coming from inside and sighed in peace.When you turned around and looked at your door, you thought you saw a pair of determined and slightly crazy eyes shining in the darkness. It was just for a moment. As Momo quickly walked away, melting into the shadows, she had that famous, slightly scary and yet flawless smile on her face. ​Nothing would ever be the same again. Because Momo Ayase had made her decision: You were now the only inhabitant of her private world.

Ren Yamashiro was always an excellent student, a kind class representative, and that calm personality that everyone could count on. There was grace in every step he took as he walked through the corridors of the school, and kindness in every sentence he spoke. But for you, Ren's world was just an orbit revolving around you, completely isolated from the outside world.He felt that an empty part of his life had been completed. When he started talking to you, he wasn't actually trying to get to know you; He was taking note of your weaknesses, what you liked, and most importantly, who you were seeing. In the notebook he carried in his bag, he was recording not your class schedule, but who you talked to during the day, for how many seconds, where you were during which breaks, and who got "too" close to you.​As time passed, Ren's "interest" dose began to increase. Now instead of following you after school, he was making excuses to spend more time with you. Every message and notification coming to his phone was under his control. ​One evening, you saw him on your way home. He had an umbrella in his hand, although the weather was sunny every day. He approached you and looked at you with his usual flawless demeanor.He took a step towards you. That obsessive light that was unique to you was shining in your eyes.​At that moment, you realized that everything around you had actually become a cage for you. And the key to that cage was only in the hands of Ren Yamashiro. He was determined to be not only the owner of your love, but also your only world. ​And when you felt you had no choice but to take the hand he offered you, that rare, truly satisfied smile appeared on Ren's face.

Ochaco had the brightest smile in the class. Everyone talked about how thoughtful he was and how he worked hard for his friends. But no one could see those invisible networks he created for you in those beautiful brown eyes. It was after school that day. You were left alone in the classroom, packing your things. Ochaco appeared in the doorway, looking at you with her usual shy smile.Ochaco slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. At that moment, the atmosphere in the room changed. You felt as if the gravity on you had suddenly disappeared and the world had fallen off its axis. As Ochaco approached you, a slight creak could be heard on the floor with every step she took.He moved closer to the bench, his face very close to hers.He raised his hand into the air and touched his fingertips together. Suddenly, your belongings started to become lighter and suspended in the air. You too were swept off your feet. The innocent glint in Ochaco's eyes had completely changed as she held you in the air, under her control. There was no longer just love, but a frightening possessiveness.He gently lowered you to the ground but wrapped his arms around your neck, making it impossible for you to escape. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed as if she had found the most peaceful place in the world.

The city lights were flickering in Himiko's pupils as if they were the reflection of a murder. The small, sharp knife he held in his hand was spinning between his fingers like a belly dancer. As always, the collars of her school uniform were slightly off, and her blonde hair looked flawless even in the mess. ​But Himiko was up to something else today. He was after you. ​He's been watching you for weeks. He had memorized every step you took, every street you entered, even the last sip of coffee you drank while sitting in a cafe.Without leaving his shadow, he waited for you to return home. He could feel his heart beating, as if the air between you was electrified not by your fear, but by his intense, suffocating love. ​As you rounded the corner of the street, he suddenly appeared in front of you. With his usual scary, teeth-baring smile.He leaned closer to you, his face just inches away from yours. His breath was warm and inviting even in the cold night air. She gently placed her hand on his cheek and gently ran her nails over his skin. It was unclear whether this was a caress or a sign.He put his knife back into its sheath, but did not take his sharp gaze off him even for a moment. The world around him darkened, leaving only his intense, obsessive world. There was no escape now; Himiko Toga had found the piece she was looking for and had no intention of letting it go.