~Obsessed Or Love ~ Season 1.~
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~Presents~
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~Obsessed Or Love~
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Toshiro's head snapped sharply to the side the second my fist connected with his face, the impact vibrating painfully through my knuckles hard enough to make my fingers sting instantly.
The sound echoed throughout the hallway louder than I expected, bouncing off the rows of metal lockers while every conversation around us suddenly died down. It was like the entire floor froze at once. Students nearby stopped walking, stopped talking, stopped breathing. I could practically feel their eyes burning into us as I stood there completely stunned by what I had just done.
My chest rose and fell unevenly while my hand remained half-raised in the air, trembling violently from adrenaline. I had imagined hitting Toshiro before. Hundreds of times. Every insult, every bruise, every humiliating moment he forced me through had replayed in my head over and over with different endings where I finally fought back.
But now that it had actually happened, now that my fist had genuinely collided with his face, all I felt was panic clawing up my throat.
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs while fear and satisfaction twisted together sickeningly inside my stomach. For once, I didn't back away from him first.
Toshiro stayed motionless for a few seconds, his face still turned slightly from the force of the punch. Slowly, he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before lifting a hand toward the corner of his mouth.
A faint smear of blood stained his lower lip. He stared at it for a second, rubbing the blood between his fingers absentmindedly before letting out a quiet laugh beneath his breath.
The sound immediately made my stomach twist uneasily. It wasn't angry. It wasn't furious. If anything, it sounded almost amused. Slowly, he turned his head back toward me, dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that instantly made my skin crawl.
His gaze moved over my face carefully, almost hungrily, before his lips slowly curled upward into a grin that sent a violent chill down my spine.
"You actually hit me," he muttered softly, sounding almost breathless with disbelief while rubbing his jaw slowly. Instead of anger, there was excitement in his voice. Genuine excitement. "Fuck…" he whispered with a low chuckle, taking a step closer toward me while his eyes stayed glued to my face. "That was hot."
My stomach dropped so fast it made me feel sick. Instinctively, I took a step backward until my back nearly brushed against the lockers behind me. My hand still throbbed painfully from hitting him, but now regret started mixing violently with panic inside my chest.
The look on his face scared me more than if he had screamed at me. Toshiro looked… thrilled. Like something inside him had snapped in the worst possible way.
"I'm not scared of you anymore," I forced out despite how badly my voice shook. My fingers curled tightly into fists at my sides to stop him from seeing how hard I was trembling. "You can't keep treating me like this."
For a second, Toshiro simply stared at me silently. His expression didn't change. The hallway around us remained painfully quiet while students continued watching from a distance, too afraid to intervene. I thought maybe this was finally it. Maybe now he'd lose his temper completely.
But instead, his grin widened.
Then suddenly his hand shot forward and grabbed my wrist so quickly I barely had time to react.
I gasped sharply as he yanked me violently against his chest, hard enough that my shoulder slammed painfully into him. His fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist like metal chains while his other hand pressed against my waist to keep me trapped against him. My breath caught painfully in my throat as panic surged through my chest.
"Toshiro!" I hissed immediately, shoving against him with both hands. "Let go of me!"
He didn't budge even slightly.
"Careful," he whispered beside my ear, his voice low and rough enough to make my stomach twist. His grip tightened painfully around my wrist until I winced. "You're making me lose my fucking mind here."
My heartbeat slammed violently against my ribs while I struggled harder against him, but he only held me tighter. Before I could pull away again, Toshiro suddenly leaned down and buried his face against the crook of my neck.
I froze instantly.
His breathing was warm against my skin. Slow. Deep. Almost shaky.
Like he was inhaling me.
The feeling made nausea curl violently in my stomach while my body stiffened in disgust. His nose brushed lightly against my skin while his fingers tightened possessively around my wrist.
"You smell different today," he murmured softly against my neck, his voice quieter now, almost thoughtful. "Did you cry this morning?"
The question made my blood run cold instantly.
Every muscle in my body locked up while the air caught painfully in my throat.
How did he know that?
Toshiro slowly lifted his head, watching my reaction carefully. The second he saw fear flash across my face, his grin widened slightly like he enjoyed seeing it.
"You did," he said quietly, sounding disturbingly pleased with himself. "You cried a lot too."
Panic clawed violently through my chest now. I immediately tried pulling away harder, but he only held me tighter against him.
"H-how would you even know that?" I asked shakily, my voice barely above a whisper.
Toshiro tilted his head innocently like he was genuinely considering the question. "Lucky guess?" he answered casually, though the amusement in his eyes made it obvious he was lying.
Fear crawled violently down my spine.
Before I could say another word, another voice suddenly cut sharply through the hallway.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Toshiro and I both turned immediately.
Yuso stood several feet away holding a stack of papers tightly against his chest. His expression was colder than I had ever seen before, dark eyes instantly locking onto Toshiro's hand gripping my wrist. The atmosphere shifted so quickly it almost felt suffocating. Even the students watching nearby seemed to tense immediately.
Toshiro clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Seriously?" he muttered irritably. "Do you ever stop showing up?"
Yuso ignored him completely.
Instead, he walked straight toward me, his expression softening slightly the moment he got a proper look at my face. His eyes scanned over me carefully before narrowing slightly.
"You're shaking," he said quietly.
Only then did I realize he was right.
My hands were trembling so badly I could barely keep them still.
Without warning, Yuso grabbed Toshiro's wrist and forcibly pulled him off me. The sudden separation made me stumble slightly backward while air rushed painfully back into my lungs.
"Tch," Toshiro scoffed, glaring at him immediately. "Don't touch me."
"I said let her go," Yuso replied calmly, though there was clear anger beneath his voice now.
Toshiro stepped back with an irritated laugh before shoving both hands into his pockets carelessly. "She punched me first," he mocked while flashing Yuso the blood smeared near his mouth. "Guess your little princess finally grew claws."
Yuso didn't react to the insult at all.
His attention stayed entirely on me.
Then his gaze slowly drifted downward toward my neck.
My breath caught instantly.
The bruises near my collar had become slightly visible beneath the edge of my sweater.
The second Yuso noticed them, something in his expression changed completely. The calmness vanished instantly, replaced by something darker.
"What happened to your neck?" he asked quietly.
My stomach twisted violently while instinctively pulling my sweater higher to hide the bruises.
"It's nothing," I answered too quickly.
Toshiro immediately laughed under his breath.
"Oh?" he mocked while leaning casually against the lockers nearby. "That's interesting."
Yuso slowly looked between the two of us now, clearly sensing something was wrong.
"Toshiro," he said carefully, his voice dangerously calm. "What did you do?"
Toshiro only smirked wider.
"You really think I'm the only monster around here?" he asked casually.
The moment those words left his mouth, my blood ran cold.
Yuso's brows furrowed slightly in confusion while Toshiro watched my reaction closely like he was enjoying every second of it. Then suddenly he stepped closer again, completely ignoring Yuso now.
"You should be more careful at night, princess," he whispered directly at me, his dark eyes gleaming with something terrifying. "You never know who might sneak into your room."
My entire body froze instantly.
Every ounce of warmth drained from my face while his words echoed violently inside my head.
Yuso noticed immediately.
His eyes widened slightly as he looked back at me before turning sharply toward Toshiro. "What the hell does that mean?" he demanded.
But Toshiro only smirked wider.
"You'll figure it out eventually."
Then he shoved past Yuso roughly with his shoulder and started walking away down the hallway, laughing quietly to himself like this entire thing amused him.
The second Toshiro disappeared around the corner, it felt like all the strength drained straight out of my body. My knees nearly buckled beneath me while the hallway around us slowly filled with noise again, whispers immediately spreading between the students watching from a distance. I could hear them murmuring quietly to each other, could feel their stares burning into my skin, but everything sounded muffled and distant compared to the violent pounding inside my chest.
Toshiro's words repeated over and over in my head like a nightmare I couldn't escape from. You never know who might sneak into your room. My stomach twisted so hard it made me feel nauseous while my breathing turned shallow and uneven. Suddenly, the bruises on my neck didn't feel hidden enough anymore. My sweater felt too thin. My skin felt disgusting. Every place that unknown person touched the night before suddenly burned in my memory so vividly that I thought I might actually throw up right there in the hallway.
"Y/n."
Yuso's voice sounded softer now, quieter than before, but I still flinched when he touched my arm carefully. His fingers loosened almost immediately when he noticed my reaction, concern flashing across his face so quickly it made guilt twist painfully in my chest. I hated looking weak like this. I hated shaking in front of people. But no matter how hard I tried to steady myself, my body wouldn't listen anymore.
"Hey," Yuso said again gently while stepping slightly in front of me, blocking the staring students from view. "Look at me."
I tried.
I really tried.
But the second I lifted my eyes toward his face, tears immediately burned behind my eyelids again. My throat tightened painfully while panic continued clawing its way through my chest. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself like I could somehow hold my body together if I squeezed hard enough.
Yuso noticed everything.
The trembling.
The panic.
The way I couldn't breathe properly.
His expression hardened instantly, though not toward me. Toward whoever had done this.
Without another word, he carefully guided me toward the nearest empty classroom at the end of the hallway. His hand hovered close to my back the entire walk there, like he wanted to steady me but was afraid touching me too suddenly would make things worse. I barely registered entering the room before he quietly shut the door behind us, sealing off the noise outside almost completely. The silence inside the classroom felt heavy, but safer somehow.
I immediately moved toward one of the desks near the windows, gripping the edge of it tightly just to keep myself standing. My breathing still wouldn't steady no matter how hard I tried. My thoughts kept spiraling back to last night. The feeling of someone touching me while I laid there pretending to sleep. The warmth of their breath. The disgusting feeling of helplessness. My stomach churned violently again.
Yuso slowly stepped closer before kneeling slightly in front of me so he could properly see my face. His eyes searched mine carefully, his expression unreadable for a moment except for the obvious concern written all over it.
"Did something happen?" he asked quietly.
The question alone nearly broke me.
I looked away immediately, my grip tightening around the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned white. I wanted to answer him. I wanted to say something. But the words wouldn't come out. Every time I tried to think about last night too clearly, it felt like my chest was being crushed.
Yuso waited patiently when I stayed silent. He didn't pressure me. Didn't rush me. But I still felt his eyes slowly drift toward the bruises near my collar again. I noticed the subtle way his jaw tightened.
"Those bruises…" he started quietly before stopping himself midway like he was trying to choose his words carefully. "Did someone hurt you?"
My eyes immediately filled with tears again.
That alone was enough answer.
Yuso inhaled sharply while his hands slowly curled into fists at his sides. It was small, almost unnoticeable, but I still saw it. Anger. Real anger.
"Who?" he asked softly this time.
I shook my head quickly before he could ask anything else. "I can't," I whispered brokenly while wiping at my eyes furiously. "I can't talk about it…"
Yuso stared at me silently for a long moment before slowly reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief and carefully held it out toward me. My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted it from him.
"You don't have to tell me right now," he said gently. "But whatever happened, you shouldn't deal with it alone."
A shaky breath left my lungs while I pressed the cloth tightly against my eyes. I hated how close I was to completely breaking down in front of him. I hated how weak I felt.
"I'm sorry," I whispered hoarsely.
Yuso frowned immediately. "Why are you apologizing?"
"Because this is pathetic," I muttered while laughing weakly through my tears. "I can't even keep myself together anymore."
His expression softened instantly.
"That's not pathetic," he said firmly. "Y/n… you're scared."
The way he said it made my chest tighten painfully.
Not mocking.
Not cruel.
Not manipulative.
Just honest.
I looked down at the floor quickly, unable to meet his eyes anymore. Silence filled the classroom again for a few seconds before Yuso suddenly spoke once more, quieter this time.
"Did Toshiro do this to you?"
My head snapped up immediately.
"No," I answered too fast.
Yuso noticed.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "But you thought it might've been him."
The words made my stomach twist violently.
I stayed silent.
Yuso slowly stood back up, running a frustrated hand through his hair before turning away from me for a second. I could tell he was thinking hard now, piecing things together in his head. The bruises. My panic. Toshiro's comments. The way I reacted.
When he finally looked back at me again, his expression had changed.
It looked colder now.
Protective.
"Y/n," he said carefully, "did someone break into your house?"
My breath caught painfully in my throat.
The room suddenly felt too small.
My fingers tightened around the handkerchief while tears burned in my eyes again.
"I don't know," I whispered shakily. "I thought it was a dream at first…"
The second those words left my mouth, Yuso's entire expression darkened.
"What do you mean you thought it was a dream?" he asked immediately, his voice sharper now though still controlled.
I swallowed hard before looking down at my trembling hands. "I woke up this morning and the bruises were there," I whispered quietly. "But last night… someone was touching me while I was sleeping…"
Even saying the words out loud made me feel sick.
The classroom fell completely silent.
Yuso didn't move.
Didn't speak.
For a few seconds, he just stared at me like he was trying to process what I had said.
Then suddenly he turned away sharply, one hand covering his mouth while the other clenched tightly at his side. I could see the tension in his shoulders immediately.
"Yuso…?" I whispered nervously.
He took a slow breath before turning back toward me again, but this time there was visible anger in his eyes. Not toward me. Toward whoever did this.
"That wasn't a dream," he said quietly, his voice tight with restrained fury. "Someone actually touched you?"
I nodded weakly while looking down again, shame curling painfully inside my stomach.
Yuso cursed quietly under his breath before dragging a hand through his hair again in frustration. He looked genuinely furious now, more furious than I had ever seen him before.
"We need to tell someone," he said immediately.
"No." The answer left my mouth so fast it surprised even me.
Yuso stared at me in disbelief. "Y/n.."
"No," I repeated shakily while backing away slightly. "I don't want people knowing about this."
"Someone broke into your house," he said sharply, struggling to keep his voice calm. "Do you understand how serious that is?"
"I know!" I snapped suddenly, tears spilling down my face again. "I know it's serious!"
The room fell silent instantly after my outburst.
My breathing turned uneven again while embarrassment flooded through me. I quickly looked away, ashamed.
"I just…" My voice cracked painfully. "I don't want people looking at me differently…"
Yuso's expression immediately softened again.
Slowly, carefully, he stepped closer toward me like he was approaching a frightened animal. "Y/n," he said quietly, "look at me."
Reluctantly, I did.
The anger in his face had faded slightly now, replaced with concern again.
"This isn't your fault," he said firmly. "None of it is."
The moment those words left his mouth, something inside my chest twisted painfully.
This isn't your fault.
I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him so badly. But the shame clinging to my skin felt too heavy to wash away that easily. My throat tightened while I stared down at the floor, gripping the handkerchief so tightly between my fingers that the fabric wrinkled. I could still feel those hands on me from last night. Still feel that disgusting warmth against my skin no matter how hard I tried to push it out of my head.
Yuso must've noticed the way my breathing started shaking again because his expression softened even more. He slowly crouched slightly in front of me again, careful not to move too fast. Everything he did felt cautious now, like he was terrified of overwhelming me further.
"You don't have to blame yourself for what somebody else did," he said quietly. "And you definitely don't have to go through this alone."
A bitter laugh escaped my throat before I could stop it. It sounded weak. Broken. "That's easy for you to say."
Yuso frowned slightly. "Why?"
"Because you're not the one people are going to talk about," I whispered while wiping furiously at the tears on my face again. "You know how people here are. The second this gets out everyone's gonna look at me like there's something wrong with me." My chest tightened painfully while the words spilled out faster now. "They'll whisper about it. They'll pity me. Or worse, they'll think I'm lying or exaggerating."
Yuso's jaw tightened immediately.
"Anyone who says something like that is an idiot," he said firmly.
"But they still will," I whispered.
The room fell silent again. Outside the classroom windows I could hear distant chatter from the hallway, students moving between classes like everything was normal while my entire world felt like it was collapsing inward. My body still felt tense and wrong. Every little sound made me flinch. Every shadow outside the glass made my stomach tighten nervously.
Yuso followed my gaze toward the windows before looking back at me again carefully. "Did you lock your doors last night?"
I nodded weakly. "I always do."
"And your windows?"
"I think so…" My voice faltered slightly. "I don't know. I didn't check everything before bed."
Yuso exhaled slowly through his nose, frustration flashing briefly across his face again. He looked like he was trying hard to stay calm for my sake, but I could see the anger simmering underneath it.
"Did you tell your parents?" he asked gently.
I immediately shook my head. "No."
"Y/n…"
"I can't," I interrupted quickly while hugging my arms tighter around myself. "My mom already worries too much. If she finds out something like this happened she'll completely lose it."
Yuso looked like he wanted to argue, but he stopped himself. Instead, he leaned back slightly against the nearby desk while studying me carefully. His expression looked conflicted now, like he was trying to decide how hard he should push this.
"You're not safe by yourself right now," he said after a moment, quieter this time.
The words made fear curl sharply in my stomach again.
Safe.
I didn't feel safe anymore. Not at school. Not at home. Not even inside my own bedroom.
The realization made tears sting my eyes again almost immediately. I looked away before Yuso could see them forming.
"I barely slept," I admitted quietly. "Every little noise kept waking me up."
Yuso's expression darkened instantly. "Did you stay alone last night?"
I nodded once.
His fingers curled tightly against the edge of the desk beside him before he forced them to relax again. "You shouldn't be alone tonight."
My head snapped toward him immediately.
"What?"
"I'm serious," he said calmly. "Until we figure out who did this, someone should stay with you."
Panic immediately flared inside my chest again. "No," I said quickly. "No, I don't want to make a huge deal out of this."
"This is already a huge deal."
His voice wasn't harsh, but the firmness behind it caught me off guard. Yuso rarely raised his voice. Rarely sounded emotional at all. But now there was obvious frustration underneath his calm expression.
"You said someone touched you while you were asleep," he continued carefully, trying to keep his tone controlled. "That means whoever did it was inside your house while you were vulnerable. Do you understand how dangerous that is?"
"I know," I whispered again, my voice cracking weakly.
Yuso stared at me for a long moment before dragging another frustrated hand through his hair. He looked exhausted suddenly. Angry. Worried.
And underneath all of that… guilty.
The realization made my brows furrow slightly.
"Why do you look like this is your fault?" I asked quietly before I could stop myself.
Yuso froze slightly.
For a second, something unreadable flashed across his face before he quickly looked away from me. "Because I should've walked you home yesterday," he muttered bitterly. "I knew you were already stressed after everything with Toshiro."
"That's not your responsibility," I said immediately.
"Maybe not," he replied quietly while clenching his jaw, "but I still should've been there."
Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten strangely.
Yuso looked genuinely upset. Not fake upset. Not performative concern. He looked angry at himself for not protecting me better, and somehow that hurt almost as much as everything else.
Silence filled the classroom again before a sudden knock against the door startled me so badly I physically jumped.
Yuso reacted instantly.
He stepped in front of me without hesitation, his posture immediately tense while his eyes locked onto the classroom door. My heart started pounding violently again while fear crawled up my throat.
Another knock came a second later.
"Yuso?" a familiar voice called from outside. "Are you in there?"
Shoji.
The tension in Yuso's shoulders eased slightly before he walked toward the door. I quickly wiped at my face while trying desperately to calm my breathing before he opened it.
Shoji stood outside holding two canned coffees in one hand, but the second his eyes landed on me, his entire expression changed. The playful look on his face vanished immediately.
"What happened?" he asked quietly.
I looked away instantly.
Yuso sighed softly before stepping aside to let him inside. "Toshiro cornered her again."
Shoji's jaw tightened dangerously fast. "He touched you?"
The intensity in his voice made me flinch slightly. Shoji noticed immediately, and his expression softened again almost instantly. "Sorry," he said quickly while lowering his voice. "I didn't mean to scare you."
He walked closer carefully before setting the canned coffees down on a nearby desk. His eyes scanned over my face slowly before stopping at the faint bruises near my collar. The second he noticed them, something dark flickered across his expression.
"Those weren't there yesterday," he said quietly.
My stomach dropped.
Neither Yuso nor Shoji said anything for a moment. The silence between them suddenly felt heavy. Tense. Like both of them were realizing the same thing at the exact same time.
Shoji looked toward Yuso slowly. "Did she tell you?"
Yuso nodded once.
That was all it took for Shoji's expression to completely harden.
A sharp breath left his nose while one of his hands clenched tightly at his side. For the first time since meeting him, Shoji genuinely looked furious. Not playful. Not teasing. Furious.
"Who did it?" he asked quietly.
"I don't know," I whispered immediately before Yuso could answer. "I didn't see their face."
Shoji looked back at me carefully, his expression softening slightly again. "Did they hurt you?"
The question made my throat tighten painfully.
"I…" My voice faltered weakly. "I don't know."
Shoji's jaw clenched again.
Then suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly like a thought had just crossed his mind. "Wait," he muttered slowly. "Toshiro said something weird earlier, didn't he?"
Yuso nodded immediately. "He implied he knew about it."
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.
Shoji's expression darkened dangerously fast while he stared toward the floor for a second, clearly piecing everything together in his head. Then he suddenly looked back at me again.
"Do you think it was him?" he asked quietly.
The question made my stomach twist violently.
Because honestly…
I didn't know anymore.
To be continued...