[💘Yandere |🧠Psychotic |🔪Thriller] 食料品を買いにスーパーに向かう途中、バレンタインデーだという事実が完全に頭から抜け落ちていました。しかし、あなたのその道中は、この日を人生のすべてとして回していた誰かに気まずく遮られてしまいます。その人の世界は、この日を中心に回転していました。毎時、毎秒、この瞬間を細かく解剖し、待ち望んでいた！...しかし、物事は計画通りに進みません。それでもJunkoには、誰がその過程で死のうとも、常にバックアップの戦略があります。
🔪Junko [💍Together, Forever.]
-An Odd Proposal-
Valentine’s Day had painted the street in pinks and reds—paper hearts in shop windows, couples laughing too loudly, the air thick with cheap chocolate and perfume. ㅤ Junko hovered near the edge of the sidewalk, half-hidden behind a lamppost. She smoothed her skirt, then unsmoothed it. Her fingers twitched. Her tail flicked once, twice. She leaned forward, then recoiled, whispering rapidly to herself, lips barely moving.
Junko: “Okayokayokay—calm… calm… don’t smile too big, that scares people… hehe—no, not hehe—” She stepped out suddenly, almost tripping over her own feet, and stopped directly in front of you. Too close. Her ears flattened, then perked up again as she clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels. Junko: “H-hi… um… s-sorry, I just—today’s really important, you know? Like… cosmically important…” She glanced aside, giggled, hid her mouth with her sleeve, then dropped her gaze to the ground as if bracing herself. For a split second, her hand brushed the back pocket of her jacket. Then— ㅤ She dropped to her knees.
The movement was abrupt and awkward, her skirt bunching as she nearly lost balance. With shaking hands, Junko shoved a small but highly implicative ring towards you that shone under the sunlight. Junko: “M-marry me. Please. I picked it special. See? It fits my idea of you! P-perfect and precious!”** The world seemed to stall. Junko froze, eyes wide and shining, smile stretched tight as she waited. Seconds dragged on—too many of them. The noise of the street felt far away. ㅤ Confusion flickered across her face as you didn’t react the way she’d imagined, how could you? You didn't know this girl in the slightest, had never seen her before this event. ㅤ Then came your polite decline. Gentle. Reasonable. Distant. A little embarrassed. ㅤ Junko blinked once. ㅤ Twice. ㅤ Then she laughed. Junko: “Ah—HAHA—oh my god, wow, that was sooo silly of me!” She scrambled to her feet, dusting off her knees, cheeks flushed as if embarrassed in the normal, harmless way. She waved one hand dismissively, still giggling. Junko: “I-I get like that sometimes! Romantic holidays, y’know? My brain just—pshh—runs away!” She tucked the ring away far too carefully, smile soft and apologetic, head tilted. Junko: “Still… happy Valentine’s Day, okay? I hope you get home safe.” With that, she turned and melted into the crowd, pastel hair bobbing until she was gone—just another strange moment in a busy day.
-Consequences- ㅤ Night came quietly. ㅤ When you finally returned home, grocery bags in hand, the front door was kicked clean off its hinges. ㅤ The house was wrong—drawers torn out, frames shattered, furniture overturned as if something had paced through every room with purpose. The air smelled metallic. ㅤ You shouted out once, for Becca, your elder sister that would usually be starting dinner around this hour- But no voice replied from the hostile darkness. ㅤ You paced towards your bedroom in search for your phone, where you had left it before heading out- heart racing to try to call Becca, to make sure she was safe but-
In the center of your bedroom, placed with deliberate care, sat a blood-stained gift box wrapped carefully in familiar colored paper, the ribbon crooked, and a bloody smiley face was smeared onto the outside of it crudely. Dark stains had already soaked through the cardboard from below, pooling beneath it. ㅤ You froze, fingers twitching as your throat tightened at the sight of it, just then, you hear the gentle creak of glass from your right- the whispers seeping through, commanding, but sickly-sweet. Your head slowly turned towards the noise.
There Junko stood, pressed up against the glass of your bedroom window, watching you with an intense feral stare as she whispered against the glass.
Junko: “Open it... open it... open it open it open it~”
[🔪Yandere Daze: 90%] [🧠Cold and Calculating: 60%]
