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two - hailstorm.

warnings: stalking, manipulation, self - gaslighting 

[NAME] POV 

when you got home, you weren't worried about anything. you just kicked your feet up allowed yourself to relax for the first time that day. it wasn't as if you had anything much to worry about in the moment, right?

wrong.

you made the grave mistake of opening your phone and checking your messages. 

this has got to be some sick joke, right? 

(your phone number)

okay. cool. but who the fuck are you.

unknown

i don't think that's your business, miss [name].

unknown

but since you texted back.. are you interested in talking to me? or do you not want to put yourself into more danger by talking to a stranger?

(your phone number)

...

[ you can no longer send this user direct messages. ] 

it was as simple as that; or so it seemed.

in reality, you were shaken up by the text message. the picture of you minding your own business and walking home was enough to send you into shock.

i feel like i'm living in a movie or something.

if they have pictures of me taking my regular route home, do they have pictures of my house? they could come over here and start trying shit.

or, maybe it's a joke.

it could have been those delinquents being weird again, or some random person from school who didn't like me.

it's that simple.

nothing more to worry about, right?

wrong. you knew you should be worried; but at the same time, you couldn't bring yourself to overthink it anymore. if there were any further messages, pictures, or anything else weird, you'd go to the police. easy as that. and for now, you'd start walking home with that one kid from school.

SAKUSA POV

it worked. it actually fucking worked.

sakusa felt like jumping for joy in that moment.

he knew that he must've put some kind of fear into your heart with the way that you answered so curtly and blocked the number so quickly. the feeling was euphoric, to say the least.

finally, he felt like we was in control of something. he was powerful enough to make you feel as if you were in danger. he did that. and it made him feel like a god.

but at the same time, he felt filthy for it.

i shouldn't have played dirty. she doesn't deserve it.. but, how else was i supposed to do it?

she needs to understand that the world is a cruel, cold, and scary place.

i love her. shouldn't she love me back? it's her fault that she made me fall in love with how perfect and pristine she is.

but, should I really try and force her to need me as much as I need her?

she's already so strong and independent on her own.. i don't want to hold that back..

sakusa sits alone in his bedroom, both thinking about how terrible of a person he is, but also thinking of how excited  he is. finally, he can keep you all to himself. 

i'm not doing anything wrong, am i?

i just want her to be safe. that's all. she'll be safe if she's mine.

i know she'll be safe in my hands, right? i'm doing the right thing. 

thankfully, i'll probably only have to scare her like that once or twice to make her hold onto me. 

but, what about after that? when she's comfortable again, what am i supposed to do? i can't just give up there. i can't leave her alone, right?

no, no way. i can't. i'll be with her forever. we're gonna run away from this place, drop out of school together, then we can be with each other forever.

really, i want to to kidnap her and drag her away from school, away from her dreams, away from her education, away from her home, and lock her up in a house far away from anything and anyone all alone. but that's not my fault. 

all of the raging thoughts in sakusa's head were starting to make him go crazy. it was like there was one part of him that wanted you to be free, to enjoy your life, but the other,, the one he was listening to,, wanted you to be his.

mind, body, and soul.

sakusa absolutely loved the thought of having you all to himself, where nobody else could annoy you, nobody else could hurt you, nobody else could even see you except for him.

it made him feel as if everything were finally going the way they should.

the thought alone made him feel accomplished.