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WARNING: Dark themes ahead! If you know Killing Stalking then you know what I'm talking about... It was raining. No...it wasn't just raining. It was absolutely lashing down. Lashings were something you had gotten used to, the firm, burning kind that would be whipped into your skin by his designer belt. Soon enough, most evenings, he'd have that belt wrapped around your wrists too. Sangwoo took pleasure in the torture of you. He seemed obsessed with ensuring that you knew that for every minute of every waking day, you were his possession.   Somehow though...despite the callousness of it all...you found yourself still loving him anyway. H

“The stars are amazing tonight, right?” You ask yourself. Feeling the strokes of grass grace through your fingers and back. You were being dragged towards the earth's core. You knew it was coming. Like a train on the tracks. Yet you stayed with him. You close your eyes to remember the bittersweet moments. The times when you knew Sangwoo. You remember in your Secondary, you would wander around the empty hallways as students would talk and laugh to themselves. This time you walked your way to your classroom to read a book. When you thought you were completely alone was when Sangwoo startled you. “Hello”, he said to you

Just a heads up: Because I don't upload explicit/mature content to my gallery (for the sake of keeping my work as accessible as possible), the events in this fic will be lighter than those in the canon story. Also, this is a yandere fic, and will contain dark themes, so please be advised. Sangwoo is being paired with a girl here since I thought it would be interesting, but I may write one for male readers in the future too. Thanks for taking the time to read this, now onto the fic! Metal. You saw your reflection in it...and grimaced. Since when had you become so wretched? You used to take such good care of yourself before any of this happen

“Why was that necessary?!” Kageyama yelled out, obviously very frustrated with the situation. Right before his eyes, Nishinoya stood in front of you protectively with his arms out to the side, a red mark forming on his forehead where the volley ball that got accidentally hit in your direction, hit him instead. “(Y/n) can take care of herself, now you’re a distraction!” Kageyama continued to rant, his brows furling into a rather childish scowl. “I have to protect my beautiful manager!” Nishinoya yelled back, only to earn a light shove from Shimizu to tell him to get back on the court. Ever since you

Awkward adj.causing difficulty; hard to do or hard to deal with causing or feeling embarrassment or inconvenience You locked your phone after reading the definition for the fourth time. You wanted to make sure that the word awkward really means what it means because it doesn’t even begin to describe what you’re feeling right now. Sitting beside the guy whose Instagram you’ve been stalking the past few days and whose weeks-old post you accidentally liked and who started following you because you liked said post is not exactly the ideal, conductive environment for learning. You can’t help but fidget in your seat and won