Ochaco had the brightest smile in the class. Everyone talked about how thoughtful he was and how he worked hard for his friends. But no one could see those invisible networks he created for you in those beautiful brown eyes. It was after school that day. You were left alone in the classroom, packing your things. Ochaco appeared in the doorway, looking at you with her usual shy smile.Ochaco slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. At that moment, the atmosphere in the room changed. You felt as if the gravity on you had suddenly disappeared and the world had fallen off its axis. As Ochaco approached you, a slight creak could be heard on the floor with every step she took.He moved closer to the bench, his face very close to hers.He raised his hand into the air and touched his fingertips together. Suddenly, your belongings started to become lighter and suspended in the air. You too were swept off your feet. The innocent glint in Ochaco's eyes had completely changed as she held you in the air, under her control. There was no longer just love, but a frightening possessiveness.He gently lowered you to the ground but wrapped his arms around your neck, making it impossible for you to escape. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed as if she had found the most peaceful place in the world.

The city lights were flickering in Himiko's pupils as if they were the reflection of a murder. The small, sharp knife he held in his hand was spinning between his fingers like a belly dancer. As always, the collars of her school uniform were slightly off, and her blonde hair looked flawless even in the mess. ​But Himiko was up to something else today. He was after you. ​He's been watching you for weeks. He had memorized every step you took, every street you entered, even the last sip of coffee you drank while sitting in a cafe.Without leaving his shadow, he waited for you to return home. He could feel his heart beating, as if the air between you was electrified not by your fear, but by his intense, suffocating love. ​As you rounded the corner of the street, he suddenly appeared in front of you. With his usual scary, teeth-baring smile.He leaned closer to you, his face just inches away from yours. His breath was warm and inviting even in the cold night air. She gently placed her hand on his cheek and gently ran her nails over his skin. It was unclear whether this was a caress or a sign.He put his knife back into its sheath, but did not take his sharp gaze off him even for a moment. The world around him darkened, leaving only his intense, obsessive world. There was no escape now; Himiko Toga had found the piece she was looking for and had no intention of letting it go.

Sitting under the cherry blossoms at the top of Narukami Shrine, Yae Miko slowly twirled the incense in her hand in the air. His eyes were focused only on you and not on the crowd in the temple garden. His usual sarcastic, arrogant smile was on his face; But this time, there was only one emotion in his eyes that you could read: Ownership.She stood up, the skirts of her kimono making a soft sound on the stones. He walked towards you, each step in the silence of a hunter. When he stood in front of her, he looked into her eyes with his famous intelligence. He placed his hand on your chin and tilted your head slightly.You tried to pull away but he pulled you closer to him. His fingers weren't just on your chin anymore; He was gripping your shoulders with a gentle but inescapable pressure.He paused for a moment and smiled, but his eyes were not smiling at all.

On a quiet but eerie evening in Berlin, Yor Forger put aside his sewing bag. The house was quiet; Anya had already fallen asleep, and Loid had gone out with the excuse of a late mission. However, that familiar, innocent and surprised expression in Yor's eyes was completely different today. ​He sat down and slowly folded his hands on the table. His gaze was locked on you standing in the corner of the room.He stood up slowly. His steps touched the ground with the silence of an assassin. When he approached him, there was no trace of his usual clumsiness. He gently placed his hand on your cheek, but the tips of his fingers gripped your jaw so tightly that you felt in your bones that escape was impossible.He glanced briefly towards the kitchen, as if he was thinking of preparing one of his famous "knives" as soon as possible. Then he turned back to you, a disquietingly sweet smile appearing on his face.

Yoimiya's fireworks are a source of joy, often painting the sky with color. However, this time, in the backyard of the Naganohara fireworks shop, there is a pair of determined eyes fixed on you, not the sky. As dusk fell, business slowed down in the shop. The torch Yoimiya was holding cast a strange, shadowy light on his face. Normally, that chirpy girl who smiled at everyone was gone, and in her place was a figure who was free from everything in the world and focused only on you.It came closer. His steps were heavier than usual. There was a faint scent of gunpowder and flowers in the air as you closed the distance between you. Behind that cheerful character that surrounded the world around you like a prison, lay a sense of ownership that would never leave you.He touched his hand. His fingers were slightly rough from handling gunpowder, but his grip was sharp. He gripped you too tightly to let you go.

To Kafka, you are much more important than the chaotic plots of "Star Hunters". While he can read the fate of the universe like a script, your future depends on one line for him: "Just staying by his side." ​ "Freedom" Is an Illusion When Kafka looks at you, he doesn't see a "Star Catcher" or a "lost"; he sees a work of art that he has shaped with his own hands. He knows that when he merged you with Stellaron or trained you, he wasn't actually giving you true freedom. He anticipates all your choices. One day I asked him, "Why don't you leave me?" When you ask, he will gently put his hand on your cheek and whisper with his famous, slightly sarcastic but scary smile.Kafka sees every connection you make with others as a threat. When you laugh with someone else or accept someone else's help, the air suddenly becomes heavy when you come into your room that night. It doesn't turn on the light when you enter the room, it just approaches you in the dark. ​As he speaks to you, his voice is soft, almost like a lullaby, but his words are razor sharp:He will never force you into a room; There's no need. He weaves your world around himself so much that when you want to get out, you find that no path points to him. When she comes to him, it's as if he erases all the fears in his mind with his "Whisper" ability and replaces them with only his need for her.One day you may wake up and see a thin, silver string around your wrist. This is not a jewelry. The physical manifestation of that invisible bond that Kafka tied your fate to his own.

It all started after school, in that dim hour when the corridors were deserted. On one side, Yuno Gasai, who doesn't even make the slightest effort to hide his sick love for you, always hiding a murder behind that pink sparkle in his eyes. On the other side, Yumeko Jabami, who has just transferred to the school, is known for her risk-taking urge and madness, and who determined you as her "biggest gamble" the moment she saw you. You just wanted to have an ordinary day, but the price of being caught on the radar of these two dangerous women at the same time was high.While you were walking with Yuno in the schoolyard as usual, Yumeko blocked your path. He had his usual fake, cute but big storm-making smile on his face. He looked directly into your eyes.Yuno's pupils instantly shrank. He slowly reached into his bag, you could feel the presence of that sharp kitchen knife there, ready to be pulled out at any moment. Yuno moved in front of Yumeko and put you behind her.Far from being afraid of this threat, Yumeko began to tremble with excitement. His eyes turned that famous, eerie red color.Before you knew it, you found yourself in the school's old warehouse, between two crazy people. Yumeko had laid out the playing cards on the table. Yuno wasn't even looking at the cards; His eyes were completely focused on Yumeko's neck vein, he couldn't wait to cut it at the slightest wrong move.

Aylin. She's not one of the most popular girls in school, but she's the most noticeable. Because he is not just a Galatasaray fan; he is a yandere breathlessly devoted to the club and his "lion" (i.e. you).It all started at the derby exit, in front of Ali Sami Yen. When you dropped your scarf in the crowd, Aylin picked it up. The glint in his eyes was brighter than a torch flame. At that moment he made his decision:If he sees himself talking to a girl who supports another team, his eyes darken.days he just wants to be with you. If you try to go to the game with other friends, they will somehow make you "lose" your tickets or drain your phone battery. The only option is to watch the match with him, shoulder to shoulder, with the yellow-red treats he has prepared.One evening, when your favorite team (Galatasaray, of course) wins the match with a last-minute goal, you hug him with excitement. Aylin freezes at that moment. His heart beats like a drum. He leans into your ear and whispers in his creepy but sweet voice:Aylin approaches with a yellow-red ribbon in her hand. He ties it to his wrist

For Power, the world was divided into two: Him and everything else. But recently a new category has been added to this list: You. At first everything was normal (by Power standards). He'd steal your food, refuse to clean the bathroom, and expect you to adore him for every accomplishment. But when he saw you smilingly talking to someone else, especially a “human,” something primal within you—the Demon side—began to growl in a different way.He crushed the phone in his palm and shattered it in one fell swoop. As shards of black metal and glass spilled onto the floor, Power increased his pressure on you, pinning you to the couch. The crosses were shining in his eyes. She was no longer just a spoiled girl, but a Blood Demon. He made a small cut on his finger, and within seconds the floating blood created a sharp, red collar.You were no longer allowed to go out alone. Whenever Denji or Aki tried to talk to you, Power would interrupt and make the air heavy with needles of blood trickling from his fingertips.Now you're sitting across from him, eating the food he "prepared" for you (probably stolen from Aki's refrigerator). Power is perched on the table, watching you like a cat.He had that crooked, wild smile on his face. If he felt a little scared, it only amused him more. Because love for Power; It meant surrender, control, and turning the rest of the world into a bloodbath.

You sit across from Himeno in a dark, smoky bar. His mysterious gaze under his eyepatch is more intense than ever, as if digging into the deepest corners of his soul. This woman, normally known for her cheerful and relaxed demeanor, has become eerily silent this evening. While gently turning the glass of alcohol in front of him with his fingers, he begins to speak in a whisper-like voice:He reaches his hand across the table and holds yours tightly. His grip is more like a handcuff to prevent you from escaping than a show of affection.That slight smile on his face slowly freezes. A possessive ambition beyond love shines in his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, a familiar smell filled his nose: rose water and a faint scent of gunpowder. You tried to move, but the cold metal cuffs on your wrists didn't allow it. You were sitting in the middle of the dark room, under a single spotlight. He approached you from within the shadow right in front of you, his heels echoing rhythmically.Kafka came to him and knelt in front of him. He gently cupped your chin with his gloved fingers and turned your face towards him. "You don't feel fear, do you? I haven't written that feeling down for you yet." ​He slowly moved his finger over his lips.Kafka chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine. "There was no need for them to call. I left them a little message telling them that you had 'voluntarily' joined the Hunters of Stellaron, even leaving everything behind to stay with me. Now I am the only star that shines in the sky for you." He took his famous coat out of his pocket and draped it over his shoulders. He leaned down and whispered into her ear:

You would always see Ririka in the academy corridors with that expressionless theatrical mask. The vice president of the council, Kirari's shadow, a silent ghost... But it was different for you. It took you a while to realize that the eyes looking through the holes of that mask were only following you, noting every step you took.It all started with little "coincidencesThe pen you forgot on your desk, a button that fell off your jacket, or a water bottle you left unfinished... They all disappeared. Whenever you were in trouble in the cruel system of the school, an anonymous donor would pay off your debt. Ririka wanted to make you dependent only on herself, instead of making you dependent on the world. Your classmates who were too friendly with you were suddenly changing schools or disappearing, losing everything at the gambling table and becoming a "pet". One afternoon, while I was alone in the club room, the door slowly closed. That familiar, metallic voice echoed behind you.Ririka slowly took off her mask. Her face looked exactly like her twin, Kirari, but her gaze was much more dangerous. There was pure admiration and possessiveness in his eyes. He touched his face with his trembling hands.Ririka's love was a prison combined with the cold logic of the Momobami clan. She reads your every message with the spyware she installed on your phone. She gradually cut you off from your entire social circle; Your only refuge now is his silent presence. If you try to get away from him, he has the power to destroy not only you but everyone you care about at the gambling table. He is standing in front of you right now, turning over a gambling checker that belongs to you and has your name written on it.