~Obsessed Or Love ~ Season 1.~
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~Presents~
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~Obsessed Or Love~
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The question hung in the air like something poisonous, slowly sinking into my chest the longer Shoji stared at me, waiting for an answer I didn't even have.
My throat tightened painfully while my fingers curled into the fabric of Yuso's handkerchief again, as if holding onto it could somehow anchor me to something real.
Toshiro's voice flashed back into my mind immediately, sharp and low and disturbingly calm, You should be more careful at night, princess, and I felt my stomach drop all over again.
I wanted to say no, to immediately shut down the thought of him being connected to last night, but the truth was I didn't know who to believe anymore, not even my own memories felt stable when they kept blurring between sleep and waking, between dream and something far worse that I couldn't fully remember without my body reacting in panic.
"I don't know," I whispered finally, the words barely leaving my mouth as my voice cracked halfway through, and the moment I said it I hated how small it sounded, how helpless it made me feel in front of both of them.
Shoji's expression tightened immediately, his jaw flexing as he looked away for a second like he was trying to control whatever emotion was rising in him, while Yuso stayed completely still beside me, his eyes fixed on my face with a kind of focus that felt almost painful. The silence that followed wasn't empty it was heavy, suffocating in a way that made my skin prickle, like even the room itself was listening.
Shoji finally exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before stepping closer to the desk, his movements slower now, more controlled than before. "Toshiro doesn't say things like that randomly," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to us, but I still heard it, and my body went rigid at the implication.
Yuso's gaze sharpened instantly at that, his posture straightening slightly as if Shoji had just confirmed something he had been trying not to consider. I could feel the tension between them shift, not hostile, but aligned in a way that made my chest feel even tighter, like they were both slowly arriving at the same conclusion I didn't want to face.
"No," I said quickly, shaking my head as panic rose again, sharper this time, more desperate. My grip tightened on the desk behind me as I took a small step back, needing distance from the direction the conversation was heading.
"It's not him, I don't think… I mean, I don't know, I just...he's messed up but that doesn't mean.." My words fell apart before I could finish them, frustration and fear tangling together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. I hated how uncertain I sounded, how easily everything around me could be twisted into suspicion when I couldn't even trust my own memories from last night.
Yuso stepped closer again, slower this time, careful like he was approaching something fragile that might break under pressure.
"Hey," he said quietly, his voice softer than before, grounding in a way that almost hurt more because it reminded me I was falling apart in front of him.
"No one is saying it's definitely him. We just need to figure out what actually happened." His eyes flickered briefly toward my neck again before quickly returning to my face, like he was forcing himself not to focus on the bruises too much at once, but I still saw the way his hand curled slightly at his side.
Shoji leaned back against the edge of another desk, crossing his arms tightly as he stared at the floor for a long moment before speaking again, his voice lower now. "If someone got into your house, then this isn't just school drama anymore," he said, and the seriousness in his tone made something cold settle in my stomach.
"We're talking about someone who knows where you live, knows your routine, and feels confident enough to come back without getting caught." The words hit harder than I expected, not because I didn't understand them, but because hearing them spoken so plainly made everything feel real in a way I had been trying to avoid.
My breath caught sharply as I slowly slid down onto the edge of the desk behind me, my legs finally giving out from under the weight of everything pressing down on my chest.
I stared at the floor while my mind replayed fragments of last night again, not clearly enough to form a full memory, but enough to make my skin feel wrong, enough to make me want to scrub away the feeling of being watched even now.
"I don't understand," I whispered quietly, more to myself than to them, my voice breaking again despite how hard I tried to hold it together. "I locked everything… I swear I did…"
Yuso knelt slightly again, lowering himself so he was closer to my level, his expression softening even further but now carrying something heavier underneath it. "Mistakes happen when you're exhausted," he said gently, but there was a firmness there too, like he was trying to keep me from blaming myself before I even started.
Shoji pushed himself off the desk and walked toward the window instead, looking out at the courtyard like he was thinking too hard, his silence stretching for a few seconds before he spoke again without turning around.
"We should check her place," Shoji said simply, like it was already decided in his mind, and my head snapped up immediately at the suggestion. My chest tightened instantly, fear flaring again at the thought of going back there, of seeing anything that might confirm what I was terrified to accept.
Yuso glanced toward him briefly but didn't disagree right away, which somehow made it worse, like part of him was already considering it seriously. "Not alone," Shoji added after a pause, as if that part mattered more than anything else.
"No," I said again, louder this time, pushing myself up from the desk as panic surged through me, sharper and more immediate now.
My hands were shaking again, visibly this time, and I hated it, hated how easily my body betrayed me every time I tried to feel in control. "I don't want to go back there right now. I can't...just… I can't." My voice cracked at the end, and I immediately looked away, pressing my lips together tightly as embarrassment and fear tangled together in my chest.
Yuso stood up slowly, his expression conflicted for a moment before softening again when he looked at me.
"Then we won't force you," he said quietly, and the relief that should have come with that statement was immediately followed by a deeper anxiety, because not forcing me didn't mean the danger wasn't real.
Shoji turned back from the window then, his eyes landing on me again, but his expression had shifted slightly less intense, more controlled, like he had decided something internally.
"Fine," Shoji said after a pause, his voice calmer now but still firm. "Then we stay with you tonight."
My head snapped up again immediately at that, ready to protest, but Shoji raised a hand slightly before I could speak. "Not optional," he added, not harshly, but in a way that made it clear he wasn't going to argue about it.
Yuso didn't contradict him this time, only watching me carefully as if waiting to see how I would react.
My throat tightened again as I looked between them, overwhelmed in a different way now, not just by fear but by the sudden realization that I wasn't alone in this moment anymore, even if I didn't fully understand what that meant yet.
The thought should have made me feel safer, but instead it made everything feel more real, more permanent, like whatever had started last night wasn't something I could just ignore anymore.
And somewhere deep inside my mind, beneath the fear and confusion and exhaustion, Toshiro's voice still lingered like a shadow I couldn't shake.
You'll figure it out eventually.
The memory of it made my stomach twist violently again while silence settled heavily inside the classroom. None of us spoke for a few seconds. The only sound came from the faint ticking of the wall clock near the door and the distant noise of students moving through the hallways outside like the world hadn't just tilted sideways beneath my feet. Everything felt wrong now. Too loud and too quiet at the same time. Even the fluorescent classroom lights suddenly felt harsh against my skin.
I wrapped my arms tighter around myself while staring down at the floor, trying desperately to steady my breathing before another wave of panic hit me. But the harder I tried calming down, the more aware I became of everything. The bruises hidden beneath my collar. The phantom feeling of fingers against my skin. The terrifying possibility that someone had been watching me for far longer than I realized.
My chest tightened painfully.
What if this wasn't the first time?
The thought hit so suddenly it made me feel physically sick. My heartbeat stuttered hard in my chest while nausea curled violently in my stomach again. I immediately pressed a trembling hand over my mouth, turning away slightly as my breathing grew uneven.
"Y/n?"
Yuso's voice sharpened instantly with concern. He stepped toward me immediately while Shoji straightened from the window, both of them noticing my reaction at the same time.
"I'm okay," I lied quickly, though my voice sounded weak even to me.
Neither of them looked convinced.
Yuso frowned deeply while studying my face carefully. "You look pale."
"I said I'm fine," I repeated too quickly, wiping at my face again before more tears could spill over. I was so tired of crying. So tired of feeling weak every second of the day. But no matter how hard I tried forcing myself to calm down, my body kept betraying me.
Shoji watched me silently for a moment before speaking again, quieter this time. "You remembered something, didn't you?"
The question made my stomach clench.
I hesitated.
Then slowly, reluctantly, I nodded once.
Not a full memory.
Just feelings. Fragments.
Fear immediately flickered across Yuso's face while Shoji's expression hardened again. "What do you remember?" Yuso asked carefully, his voice gentler now, like he was afraid pushing too hard would break me completely.
I swallowed hard before forcing myself to speak. "I remember waking up for a second," I whispered shakily while staring at the floor. "I couldn't move properly because I was half asleep, but I remember thinking someone was standing near my bed."
The room went completely silent again.
My fingers tightened painfully around my sleeves while my breathing shook harder. "I thought I was dreaming," I continued weakly. "I remember feeling someone touch my neck and my shoulder, but I was so tired that I convinced myself it wasn't real." My voice cracked halfway through the sentence. "And then this morning the bruises were there."
Shoji cursed quietly under his breath while turning away sharply, frustration radiating off him so strongly it filled the room. Yuso looked frozen beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might crack his teeth.
"Did you see anything?" he asked after a second, though his voice sounded strained now.
I shook my head immediately. "It was dark."
"Did you hear their voice?" Shoji asked quickly.
"No."
"Smell anything? Perfume? Cigarettes? Anything weird?"
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly while forcing myself to think past the panic. The harder I tried remembering, the more anxious I became. My head started hurting from it. But then suddenly something small flickered through my memory. Faint. Barely there.
My eyes slowly opened again.
"There was…" I hesitated uncertainly. "There was this smell."
Both of them looked at me instantly.
"What kind of smell?" Yuso asked carefully.
"I don't know," I whispered while furrowing my brows slightly. "It smelled clean. Like…" I struggled to find the right word. "Like rain maybe? Or cologne?"
Shoji and Yuso exchanged a quick glance.
It was brief. Almost unnoticeable.
But I still saw it.
And suddenly my stomach dropped again.
"What?" I asked immediately, panic rising sharply in my chest. "Why are you looking at each other like that?"
Neither of them answered right away.
That silence scared me more than words would have.
Shoji rubbed the back of his neck slowly before looking away while Yuso's expression became unreadable again. Tension suddenly filled the room so thickly it felt suffocating.
"Yuso," I whispered nervously. "What's wrong?"
His eyes immediately softened when he looked back at me again, but something still felt off now. Hesitant. Careful. Like he was debating whether or not he should say something.
Finally, he exhaled quietly through his nose before speaking. "That's the cologne Toshiro wears sometimes."
The words hit me like ice water.
For a second, I genuinely stopped breathing.
"No," I whispered immediately while shaking my head hard enough to make myself dizzy. "No, that doesn't mean anything."
But my voice sounded uncertain now.
Weak.
Because suddenly memories started replaying differently in my head. Toshiro standing too close to me in the hallway earlier. The faint scent lingering on his clothes when he grabbed me. The same clean smell wrapped around me while he buried his face against my neck.
My stomach lurched violently.
"No…" I repeated again, quieter this time.
Yuso stepped toward me immediately after seeing my expression crumble. "Hey," he said softly. "We still don't know anything for sure."
"But what if it was him?" I whispered.
The words barely left my mouth before tears started burning in my eyes again. Panic clawed violently through my chest while my breathing became uneven all over again. "What if he was actually there?"
Shoji's face darkened instantly at the thought. "Then I'm gonna kill him."
"Shoji," Yuso warned sharply.
"I'm serious," Shoji snapped back, anger flashing openly across his face now. "If he touched her while she was asleep, I swear to God..." He cut himself off harshly while dragging both hands through his hair in frustration.
The intensity in his voice made me flinch slightly. Shoji noticed immediately, and guilt flashed across his face almost instantly. "Sorry," he muttered quickly while forcing himself to calm down again. "I just…" He exhaled shakily before looking away. "This is messed up."
Yuso stayed quieter than Shoji, but somehow that scared me more. The anger in Shoji felt explosive and obvious, but Yuso's anger looked controlled. Buried deep enough that it barely showed except for the dangerous tension in his shoulders and the way his jaw kept tightening every few seconds.
He looked terrifyingly calm.
And suddenly I realized something else that made my chest tighten strangely.
Both of them were angry for me.
Not because they wanted something from me.
Not because they were possessive.
Not because they thought I belonged to them.
They were angry because someone hurt me.
The realization made something painful twist inside my chest again.
Before I could stop myself, another thought suddenly surfaced. One that made fear crawl violently down my spine all over again.
"What if he comes back tonight?" I whispered.
The room immediately fell silent again.
Shoji's expression hardened instantly while Yuso stepped closer without hesitation. "He won't," he said firmly.
"But what if he does?" My voice cracked badly now while panic surged harder inside my chest. "What if I fall asleep and someone's there again?"
Yuso's face softened immediately.
Then very carefully, slowly enough not to startle me, he reached forward and rested a hand lightly against my arm. "Then he won't be alone with you this time," he said quietly. "We'll be there."
The warmth of Yuso's hand against my arm should have been comforting, but instead it made my chest ache in a way I couldn't explain. Maybe because part of me wanted to believe him so badly. Wanted to believe that if they stayed with me tonight then everything would somehow stop feeling so terrifying. But another part of me couldn't stop thinking about how easily someone had already gotten close to me once before.
Whoever had entered my room last night hadn't forced a door open. Hadn't made enough noise to wake anyone else in the house. They had moved carefully. Quietly. Confidently.
That thought alone made my stomach twist violently again.
I lowered my eyes toward the floor while trying to steady my breathing, but panic still sat heavily in my chest like something alive clawing at my ribs from the inside. The classroom suddenly felt too small again. Too warm. I could feel both Yuso and Shoji watching me carefully now, like they were trying to gauge whether or not I was about to completely fall apart again.
"I don't want to go home," I admitted quietly before I could stop myself.
The words hung heavily in the air.
Shoji's expression shifted immediately while Yuso's grip against my arm loosened slightly in surprise. For a second neither of them answered, and somehow that silence made the fear inside me feel even worse because saying it out loud made it real. Home was supposed to be the one place I felt safe. The one place nobody could touch me or corner me or look at me like prey. But now every thought of my bedroom made nausea crawl through my stomach.
Yuso's face softened almost painfully. "Then don't," he said gently.
I looked up at him immediately. "What?"
"You don't have to stay there tonight if you're scared," he replied quietly, his voice calm and steady in a way that almost made me emotional again. "You could stay somewhere else for a night or two until we figure this out."
"But where?" I asked weakly.
The second the question left my mouth, Shoji answered almost immediately. "My place."
Yuso's head snapped toward him so fast the movement startled me slightly. Shoji looked completely serious, arms crossed tightly over his chest while his expression stayed hard and focused. "You'll be safer there," he said firmly. "My older brother works nights half the week, and our apartment has security cameras downstairs."
Something unreadable flickered across Yuso's face instantly. It happened fast, barely visible, but I still caught it. Irritation. Sharp enough that it made the atmosphere in the room shift again.
"No," Yuso said calmly. Too calmly. "That's not happening."
Shoji frowned immediately. "And why not?"
"Because she barely knows you."
The tension between them sharpened instantly.
I looked back and forth between the two of them while anxiety curled tightly in my stomach again. Shoji let out a quiet scoff while shoving his hands into his pockets, clearly irritated now. "Oh, and she knows you so much better?" he muttered sarcastically.
"At least I'm not inviting her to stay at my apartment five seconds after finding out she was assaulted," Yuso replied coldly.
The room fell silent immediately afterward.
Shoji's expression darkened dangerously fast while my stomach dropped at the sudden hostility in Yuso's voice. Up until now, they had both been focused entirely on me. But suddenly something ugly started surfacing underneath the concern. Something tense and territorial that made the air feel heavier.
Shoji stepped forward slightly. "I'm trying to help her."
"So am I."
"Then stop acting like I'm some kind of threat."
Yuso's jaw tightened visibly. "You offered way too fast."
The accusation hung sharply in the air.
For a second Shoji genuinely looked offended before annoyance twisted across his face instead. "Are you serious right now?" he snapped quietly. "Someone broke into her room."
"I know that."
"Then why the hell are you looking at me like that?"
Neither of them noticed the way my breathing started getting uneven again. The tension building between them felt suffocating, especially when both of their voices stayed so controlled despite the obvious anger underneath. It reminded me too much of Toshiro. The way he smiled while saying cruel things. The way danger could exist quietly before exploding.
"Stop," I whispered weakly.
Neither of them heard me.
Shoji took another step forward. "You think I'd do something like that?"
"I think everyone's suspicious right now," Yuso replied sharply. "Including you."
That sentence instantly killed the remaining air in the room.
Shoji stared at him in disbelief for a second before laughing once under his breath. But there wasn't anything amused about it. "Wow," he muttered quietly. "So that's where your head's at."
"Guys…"
My voice cracked badly that time, finally loud enough to make both of them look toward me at once.
The second they saw tears forming in my eyes again, both of their expressions changed immediately. The anger vanished almost instantly, replaced by guilt and concern so fast it made my chest ache.
"I'm sorry," Yuso said immediately, stepping toward me again.
Shoji cursed quietly under his breath while dragging a frustrated hand down his face. "Shit. Sorry."
I wrapped my arms tightly around myself while shaking my head hard. "Please don't fight," I whispered weakly. "I can't handle yelling right now."
Neither of them spoke for a second after that.
Yuso exhaled slowly before looking away first, visibly forcing himself to calm down. Shoji stayed tense near the window, jaw tight while guilt lingered openly across his face now. The silence afterward felt awkward and strained, but at least the sharpness between them faded slightly.
Then suddenly another knock sounded against the classroom door.
All three of us froze instantly.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs while panic surged through my chest again. Yuso reacted first this time, immediately stepping in front of me while Shoji turned sharply toward the door, his posture tense.
Another knock came. Slower this time.
"Yuso?"
The voice outside the room made something inside me go completely cold.
Toshiro.
Every muscle in my body locked instantly while fear crawled violently down my spine. The silence inside the classroom stretched painfully for a second before the doorknob slowly rattled once beneath someone's hand outside.
"Come on," Toshiro called lazily through the door, his tone almost playful now. "I know you're in there."
Shoji's expression darkened immediately while Yuso looked furious all over again. My stomach twisted violently as memories of Toshiro's hands grabbing my wrist replayed sharply in my head.
The doorknob rattled again.
Then Toshiro laughed softly from the other side of the door.
"You really shouldn't leave her alone right now," he murmured casually through the wood. "Bad things could happen."
My blood ran ice cold.