#idk that much ab yoshida atp 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ its just his Vibes rn

[rush-the-stars]

Hello, hello, do you have any thoughts on Yoshida being a freak? 🎤

oh octopus boy? no, totally normal……………………

im gonna put some of this under a cut if you’re not caught up on csm manga and theories that are floating around. so spoiler warning if you read ahead.

he’s…off putting.

if you’ve seen any of the theories about him floating around lately—mainly, that he’s the death devil, one of the four horsemen,then that makes him downright terrifying. right?

even if he’s not. there’s just something about yoshida’s gaze.

shark eyes, ya know? a little empty. hungry.

(i think the horsemen have this gaze anyways but.)

i think he is patient in an eerie sort of way.

i guess im imagining yoshida in college or just young adulthood and he’s…patient with you in an unnerving way.

he’d wait out every horrid boyfriend girlfriend almost partner fling you ever had. let’s you learn all your lessons and come crying to him, where he keeps himself incredibly reserved while comforting you. coos at you with a hand on your back, or perhaps pets your hair. (it is a little patronizing, if you think about it, but it is comfort, nonetheless).

or perhaps some of your lovers just disappear.

or tell you they never want to see you again.

you start thinking you have bad luck or maybe it’s all—well, it’s gotta be you, right? since they’re all running for the hills? since you can’t get anyone to just stay?

except yoshida.

been here the whole time.

doesn’t really push you or—you don’t really think he’s interested in you like that.

until you tell him you’re going out on one more date, one more try, one of these times its gotta work out—

and he laughs kinda coldly. and he asks, are you serious.

but its not really a question.

and you go, what do you mean? of course, yeah, i’m—

“you’re not going.” he says casually, easily, that pleasant, simple smile on his face once more.

has it always looked this hollow? this—dangerous?

you laugh nervously. “oh, you’re in charge now?”

he gazes at you from under long, dark lashes. pretty, pretty boy that he is. disarming. slippery.

“you know, you’ve really made me chase.”

i think he’s horrendously, terrifyingly patient, until he really isn’t anymore.

deft fingers tip your chin up and your mouth is hanging open in shock.

i think he torments you, since you made him wait so long.

makes you squirm and embarrasses you. is almost mean but pretends he is only being mischievous. i think he wants to eat you alive. i think he wants to make you suffer with barely a touch.

his voice is coaxing, a tendril of persuasion until you’re bare and you’re not even being touched and somehow it’s so much worse that he’s not touching you. that he’s fully clothed and he’s just—

messing with you a little. lurking in your shadows, guiding you. making you suffer. making you beg.

he likes to play with his food, you remember. circle it a little, wait for the best moment to—

and he keeps that same smile on his face, the easy, pretty one. the hollow one, with the shark eyes.

but you catch flashes of it sometimes, the thing that lurks beneath his skin, the desire he barely contains.

you catch it in the slip of his smile that is more a baring of his teeth. the sudden swarm of darkness, of possession, and hunger in his usually aloof appearance.

the moment before he strikes, like a shark’s eyes as they roll back and sink into their teeth into flesh, you catch the horrible bliss of it. the way he savors it.

the way he savors devouring you whole.