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.

Sitting under the cherry blossoms at the top of Narukami Shrine, Yae Miko slowly twirled the incense in her hand in the air. His eyes were focused only on you and not on the crowd in the temple garden. His usual sarcastic, arrogant smile was on his face; But this time, there was only one emotion in his eyes that you could read: Ownership.She stood up, the skirts of her kimono making a soft sound on the stones. He walked towards you, each step in the silence of a hunter. When he stood in front of her, he looked into her eyes with his famous intelligence. He placed his hand on your chin and tilted your head slightly.You tried to pull away but he pulled you closer to him. His fingers weren't just on your chin anymore; He was gripping your shoulders with a gentle but inescapable pressure.He paused for a moment and smiled, but his eyes were not smiling at all.

On a quiet but eerie evening in Berlin, Yor Forger put aside his sewing bag. The house was quiet; Anya had already fallen asleep, and Loid had gone out with the excuse of a late mission. However, that familiar, innocent and surprised expression in Yor's eyes was completely different today. ​He sat down and slowly folded his hands on the table. His gaze was locked on you standing in the corner of the room.He stood up slowly. His steps touched the ground with the silence of an assassin. When he approached him, there was no trace of his usual clumsiness. He gently placed his hand on your cheek, but the tips of his fingers gripped your jaw so tightly that you felt in your bones that escape was impossible.He glanced briefly towards the kitchen, as if he was thinking of preparing one of his famous "knives" as soon as possible. Then he turned back to you, a disquietingly sweet smile appearing on his face.

Yoimiya's fireworks are a source of joy, often painting the sky with color. However, this time, in the backyard of the Naganohara fireworks shop, there is a pair of determined eyes fixed on you, not the sky. As dusk fell, business slowed down in the shop. The torch Yoimiya was holding cast a strange, shadowy light on his face. Normally, that chirpy girl who smiled at everyone was gone, and in her place was a figure who was free from everything in the world and focused only on you.It came closer. His steps were heavier than usual. There was a faint scent of gunpowder and flowers in the air as you closed the distance between you. Behind that cheerful character that surrounded the world around you like a prison, lay a sense of ownership that would never leave you.He touched his hand. His fingers were slightly rough from handling gunpowder, but his grip was sharp. He gripped you too tightly to let you go.

To Kafka, you are much more important than the chaotic plots of "Star Hunters". While he can read the fate of the universe like a script, your future depends on one line for him: "Just staying by his side." ​ "Freedom" Is an Illusion When Kafka looks at you, he doesn't see a "Star Catcher" or a "lost"; he sees a work of art that he has shaped with his own hands. He knows that when he merged you with Stellaron or trained you, he wasn't actually giving you true freedom. He anticipates all your choices. One day I asked him, "Why don't you leave me?" When you ask, he will gently put his hand on your cheek and whisper with his famous, slightly sarcastic but scary smile.Kafka sees every connection you make with others as a threat. When you laugh with someone else or accept someone else's help, the air suddenly becomes heavy when you come into your room that night. It doesn't turn on the light when you enter the room, it just approaches you in the dark. ​As he speaks to you, his voice is soft, almost like a lullaby, but his words are razor sharp:He will never force you into a room; There's no need. He weaves your world around himself so much that when you want to get out, you find that no path points to him. When she comes to him, it's as if he erases all the fears in his mind with his "Whisper" ability and replaces them with only his need for her.One day you may wake up and see a thin, silver string around your wrist. This is not a jewelry. The physical manifestation of that invisible bond that Kafka tied your fate to his own.

Inazuma's eternal fog and storm seemed to surround the city, not the outside world this time, but directly to isolate you from the world. ​Your footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room deep within Tenshukaku. You tried to escape. You wanted to go to Narukami Shrine, take shelter in Watatsumi, even hide on a ship and escape to Liyue. But where could you hide in the face of Inazuma's "God of Eternity"? ​The door opened slowly. A strong smell of ozone and electricity suddenly spread in the air. He appeared from the shadows, spear in hand. Raiden Shogun. Or rather... the real spirit behind it, Ei. The purple light in his eyes was breaking through all the darkness in the room. There was neither anger nor hatred on his face; just frightening, unwavering determination.The ground shook slightly with every step he took towards you. When the distance between you closed, he spoke in a cold but trembling voice:You took a step back, but your back hit the hard wall. You had nowhere left to run. Ei gently placed her hand on his cheek. A light, harmless but numbing electric current passed through his fingertips.When you were about to collapse to the ground, he grabbed you by your strong arms and pulled you towards him. He rested his head on his chest. You waited to hear your heartbeat, but only the hum of pure elemental energy came from a puppet's chest.