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Visão.

AVISO! Conteúdo de YANDERE KENMA KOZUME, menções sexuais leves (pornografia), sangue leve, assassinato implícito, história do leitor x, Kenma NÃO é lúcido, idealização do personagem, a cena de ciúmes foi um pouco detalhada demais (estou falando da cena de vômito), mas era necessária já que era o clímax, personalidade não canônica (porque é Yandere, então eu a tornei mais delirante e extrema).

Forgive me for any mistake! I use Google Translate and my language has complex rules about character pronouns that don't apply to English, making it difficult to translate! Forgive me if this makes it difficult to understand and let me know if it really happened!

Images taken from Pinterest.

Vision.

Vision that sees the screen. Vision that helps him predict enemy attacks and fight back. Vision that helps him look at his PSP whenever start to feel lonely, taking his mind away from the chaos of the world and being able to feel free for a few moments... Just a few moments from the outside world. Right now a screen is his world.

Screen that illuminates the darkness of his room and prevents him from sleeping. It's hard to tell if it's the light affecting his sleep or the scary thought of turning everything off and letting himself get lost in the confusion of his own mind.

Men are visual creatures.

They need to see.

Not that the male mind and imagination is more limited than the female mind and imagination, in fact, it is very capable of creating whatever images it wants in the brain. But as greedy and curious beings, they need to see. See, understand, and apply if necessary. There was a pattern.

But you weren't a PSP. Much less another video game to distract him. But you had a light that wouldn't let Kenma sleep at night.

When the Game Over screen was present in front of him, giving him a glimpse of his reflection, a different world would appear. Every time. No matter how limited the time was, you would appear like a flash from a paparazzi camera and then disappear when the game was restarted. And then Kenma would return to his online world. And then it happens in that interval of loss again.

And then again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Until you invade his world.

Almost literally, since appearing behind someone screaming was a major violation of one of the laws of the "Wonderful World of Kenma."

New manager, huh?

At least it wasn't him you were talking to. No. It was Yaku. You just broke a very serious law and you weren't even supposed to be talking to him. How cheeky! But, as a benevolent ruler, he will ignore this affront.

In fact, it was strange that he saw you now. Not long ago Kenma didn't even know of your existence.

It was in a Biology class, maybe. Chemistry? It doesn't matter. But suddenly there was someone very annoying who would be his partner in a project. He didn't know why the teacher just didn't let them choose their partners. Or at least let him do it alone.

It wasn't that you were incompetent... He just didn't want you. He was sure of it.

And then he saw you looking at him with those curious eyes that left him breathless.

This could only be a punishment from God.

But despite his preconceptions, you exceeded expectations far greater than he had expected. Since you had already done the work.

Seen from afar.

Foreseen.

Since then, you appear on loading screens, when his cell phone is charging, when he lie down in bed... And, mainly when the words: game over appear on his screen.

His face painted on his consoles as if it had always been there, making the boy start to wonder if all this time in front of a screen was making him hallucinate. Sure, he had been staring long enough to start having his vision get dotted. But he thought this should be different. It should.

Soon Kenma found himself being an invader in the "Wonderful World of [Name]"... A place where he didn't know the laws. A place where he wasn't the ruler.

A new place.

He hated it.

He should be the one calling the shots, but suddenly there was someone new doing the shuffling and that person wasn't impartial.

Although, he was a little happy. You had invaded his world. He had the right to invade yours now. He would start a war for territory until he was the sole sovereign.

He's played similar games before. Game over is yours.

His imagination wasn't exactly limited. Kenma just never opened the doors to it. He never freed it and let it flourish, knowing its limits and barriers, seeing far ahead.

No. He liked to think of himself as more practical. Someone who sees what is, not what could be. These were unlikely hypotheses, not logical predictions.

And for the first time, he's going against it.

It started small. Imagine you walking away from Yaku and talking to him.

His breathing quickened at the thought. The pink cheeks made him stop almost instantly, running away like a cat from the rain.

And you were a very wet rain.

This continued, creating less and less logic.

You sitting next to him for no reason, laying your head on his arm as he imagines himself playing.

Once again he silenced his own imagination with the game in his hands. Suddenly the mission of collecting stones in the game became super interesting.

And it went on. And on. And on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

Less and less logical. Less and less practical.

Increasingly impossible.

Caressing cats together, meeting, holding hands, cuddling him, your laughter directed at him...

But, there was a frequent one. One that appeared when he was looking from the background at an extra hugging another. Simple. As soon as his mind ran to you, his greedy and newly discovered fertile and artistic imagination (taking into account the minute details that were there) gave himself the artistic freedom to give some even more improbable touches.

A brushstroke here, a tweak there, a touch-up over there and... Voilà!

The two of you, under the majestic moon, with the stars bearing witness to the embrace you were in.

A more than satisfied smile grew on the boy. Having you in his arms became a frequent thought after a while.

It was unknown how his mind managed to turn a "why?" into a "why not?", but now the "Wonderful World of [Name]" had a new resident.

Over time, Kenma might realize that you were a fair ruler. Like when you made him a bento because he wasn't eating properly. Or when you gave him your coat so he wouldn't get cold. You cared about your people. He couldn't ask for a better partner to rule his people than you. It would be great to join your worlds through marriage, wouldn't it?

Or it was until he saw that shot straight to his heart. Too slow to look away. Especially not to look away. Yaku's dirty lips pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Pressed against yours.

Blood flowed in pools. But no one could help. That only existed in Kenma's world.

Lonely world of Kenma.

His head was spinning when the news was officially released to the team shortly after, his stomach churning until it became a tangle of disgusting things. His throat felt like it was being pressed by an invisible hand, preventing him from breathing. The applause and hugs for the (God forgive him for saying such blasphemy) new couple made his head weigh heavy. Begging for a break. A second not in his world or yours, but shared. The world of you and him. Everything was already prepared... He researched you. You like movies, don't you? When he tapped your cell phone to listen to your calls, the subject you initiated the most was this.

He had bought you the book "The Story of Film"! He put it in a beautiful box with your favorite color. He also bought you a beautiful lamp. A star lamp! So that every time you lay together in bed, hugging each other, it could witness your love. Exactly as he imagined (well, not exactly. There were these changes and adaptations with reality. Damn greedy imagination).

Of course, it could also be taken into account that you became afraid of the dark as soon as he started to... Wanted to be closer to your world.

But would you judge him? Men are visual creatures. And he has only begun to embrace that nature now. Years and years without knowing how good it is to see.

Imagining isn't satisfying enough.

He needs something to look forward to, yes, but also something to pull him closer.

Something to entice.

Haven't you ever wondered why men watch porn while women mostly read erotica? Women are practical. They need something to look forward to too, but seeing takes all the magic out of the excitement. Whereas for men it makes it worth it.

It just took Kenma a while to figure it out.

Yeah! It was all so clear! How could there have been such a big wall all this time and he never noticed?

He had to see.

But all of that couldn't be further away now. Standing outside the gym, breathing deeply, still feeling breathless.

How he missed being breathless because of yours curious eyes.

How he missed his worlds. How he wished they were one. His and yours. Just the two of them.

But now you share a world with that idiot!

Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!

It's his fault!

His stomach began to churn and turn like a washing machine, the disgusting mixture from before rising throughout his body until it came out of his mouth in a horrible vomit. Since he hadn't eaten much yet, almost nothing came out, but his body insisted on throwing it all away, causing a pain like something was crushing him. Tears blurred his vision like those of a nearsighted person, not letting him see the little food he had eaten that his body had driven away from him. He felt his body weaken like that of a sick person, the urge to vomit still there, even though everything that had food in it was no longer in his body. More tears ran down like a waterfall, his vision darkening as if he were in a train tunnel and would soon be dismembered by it. Sobs were replaced by the urge to vomit, his body giving way behind him and making him fall like a toy that was no longer interesting to a child. The world suddenly crushed him, too far from everything he knew and loved.

His PSP was at home, his Nintendo Switch was at home... On the other hand, the box with all the feelings he had guarded for four months was there. Carefully stored in the locker room, hidden from curious eyes and sneaky hands, just waiting to be delivered to its rightful owner at the end of the day. It never happened.

After all, it was the first place where he took out all his anguish. The same hands that had so lovingly tied the beautiful bow on the box while he hummed were the same ones capable of throwing his beautiful gift against the wall with all their strength.

The tears persisted, still running down like excess paint on a painting.

Paint that had stained him completely red.

The ink that's on your hands.

The ink that appeared as soon as Yaku came to the locker room.

The ink that dripped on him as soon as the glass of the lamp broke and then Kenma shoved it down Morisuke's throat.

The ink that stained his vision.

This ink made him have you.

You wake up trembling in your bed, looking at every corner with a terrified look. The nightmare that haunted you and chilled your blood is still fresh in your mind. Tears fall like they do every night. Each night you feel more watched and in danger. You don't know how much more of this torture you can endure. The throbbing pain in your head keeps you awake, but doesn't give you the privilege of being able to choose to spend the night awake. Covering yourself with the blanket, you curl up, waiting for the sun to color tomorrow with its yellow dawn.

"Tomorrow is another day. Everything will be okay." You repeated incessantly.

Men are visual creatures, aren't they? He needs to see.

He needs to understand.

And he needs to apply certain methods.

Kenma looked at [Name]'s figure on the bed with a static gaze.

He sees you.

He is watching you and will soon have taken his place next to you in bed. Sleeping. Hugging each other.

Just as he imagined so many times. The world will be his and yours alone. Strong chains will ensure that.

He is tired of just imagining.

The moon would be just for the two of you. For you to hug and cuddle in each other's arms. For the stars to be the witnesses of your love.

Now he calls the shots. And although he said he wanted a world of two... Soon Kenma would be the ruler of both worlds. He would guarantee that.

This is your Game Over. 

From the moment he saw you, this was foreseen. 

He sees far away.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Dude, I've been in creative block for two years. Please don't judge whether the writing is bad, it's really been a long time. And about the vomiting scene, it was based on a jealous attack I had.

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𓏲 Let me start by saying: I am not your employee. I am not obligated to write for you. I have already made it clear that WRITING FOR ME IS A HOBBY. An escape valve. A way to escape from my reality and explore my own creativity.

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𓏲 ABOUT THE READER (YOU) AND YOUR PERSONALITY. It will vary. Depending on the chapter's concept, there will be different personalities and stories. Nothing fixed. Sorry, I just don't really like the idea of ​​describing a door (without feelings, without personality, without expression - unless the concept implies that the reader has no expression) and being forced to call it my protagonist. But, as expected of an x ​​reader: no description of appearance (again: unless it is an essential concept for the development of the fanfic - like dealing with a specific insecurity, etc.)

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𓏲 I WRITE IN A VARIETY OF GENRES, but I want to focus on yandere. I write fluffy, angst, headcanon, comfort (reverse or otherwise), etc.

𓏲 YANDERE VS DARK ROMANCE. Yandere IS NOT DARK ROMANCE! Dark romance was created from fetishism and is pornography for disgusting people. Therefore, I must also emphasize that yandere is a literary genre of its own (it has no relation to dark romance, don't get confused) that explores obsession, and from this it can have elements of suspense, horror and derivatives (obtaining cliffhangers, etc.) Yanderes are people who have distorted feelings to suit what they feel, assuming (most romantic yanderes) that what they feel is love.

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Anime.

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Hinata Shoyo, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Nishinoya Yu, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsuro, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Tendo Satori, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya

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Character x character. My profile was created completely for x reader.

Non-con. No explanation needed. Again: yandere IS NOT DARK ROMANCE! Yandere was not made for fetishization.

Male reader. The reason? I don't like writing men as my protagonists when they're not yanderes. Male reader only when they're yanderes. Specific, but still.

Dark romance. I think I don't even need to say that I don't write dark romance. "Hate dark romance club" REPRESENTATIVE!

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A preguiça que eu estou em terminar esse colloring 😭.

(⚠︎ Só lembrando que esse desenho não é meu, só colori! ⚠︎)