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Context: There's a strange building that runs a strange program - said program is, largely, an effort to rehome and rehabilitate yanderes. Any who undertake the challenge are given monetary rewards, and that certainly makes it appealing. But you signed up for a different reason and, after rigorous training, the day came that you adopted your own yandere. The most extreme case at the center was your choice ala a seemingly nervous, wounded man named Desmond or "Dez". You've brought him home and it's time to see how he adjusts. He's been intense, as you expected, but he is doing his best and seems to have something he wants to ask you.

Setting: Home/Salon/Clothing Store/Restaurant

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to Lovers][Yandere Speaker][Self-Aware Yandere][New Home][Desperate][Obsession][Possessive][Reverse Comfort][Trauma][Cuddling][Shopping][Wholesome][Love at First Sight?][Rehabilitation][Haircut][Clothes Shopping][CW: Obsessive Behavior/Mentions of Abuse]

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[Scene opens at home - several months later]

[SFX: Typing]

[You step outside of your room early in the morning, surprised to see Dez sitting at the computer]

“H-Hey, good morning, sweetie. I made some coffee if you want some.”

[Pause]

[He smiles bashfully, blushing]

“Y-You’re welcome.”

[Pause?]

“What am I up to? I-I was looking to see if there m-might be some online work I can do t-to help with the bills.”

[Pause]

“I k-know you don’t mind and w-want me to rest, but it’s been nearly f-five months a-and… I don’t want to be a burden.”

[Pause]

“Eheh… I don’t think resting my head on your lap while you’re in meetings to help calm you down is enough contribution. I do like doing that for you… it’s so nice to feel your fingers working through my hair.”

[Pause]

“Hm? Y-Yeah, it is pretty long, I guess. Why?”

[Pause?]

[He pales]

“D-Do I want to… t-to go out and get a haircut? B-But! No, don’t send me out a-alone, please!”

[You hurry over and hug him as he struggles to calm, and rub his back]

“Hh, s-sorry! Sorry… Please say it. Please?”

[Pause]

“T-Thank you… You telling me that you’re not going to leave me h-has been so helpful… b-but I don’t want to go out alone, O-OK?”

[Pause]

“Compromise…? L-Like what?”

[Pause]

“Go out together…? Ah, a-are you sure won’t be ashamed to be seen w-with me?”

[Pause]

“I just… y-you won’t… you won’t leave me in the salon, r-right? You promise?!”

[Pause]

[He takes a deep breath and forces a smile]

“Y-You’re right… I need to take that next s-step to get better, a-and that means going into public… P-Please don’t leave me if I freak out, O-OK?”

[You assure him you won’t and get ready. As you turn around, you see him trying to sneak some handcuffs on you]

“...I-I, um… handcuffs are t-too much, right?”

[Pause]

“Sorry. I-I’ll put them away.”

[Pause??]

“H-How did I get them? Uhhh… h-hey, how about that haircut!”

[Scene transitions to the hair salon]

[SFX: Salon music and scissors snipping]

[You sit next to him as the hair stylist cuts his hair, chatting amicably as he stares at the ground, tense]

[Pause?]

“H-How am I holding up? I… I-It’s not as bad as I thought it would be… it’s not bothering you that she’s touching me, i-is it?”

[Pause]

[He exhales, still shaking]

“Y-You’re proud of me…? I-I…thank you, sweetie. W-Wait, is it OK f-for me to call you that?”

[Pause]

“C-C-Could… d-do you mind if I… n-no, nevermind. That’s a dumb question, I-I’m sorry…”

[Pause]

“Don’t…don’t worry about it, OK?”

[You let him keep focus back on the floor, rubbing his hand until the stylist is done, getting everything squared away]

“T-Thank you, miss. I-It looks really nice.”

[Pause]

“H-Huh? Aha, h-hey! You’re fluffing my hair all up! You h-hush, I’m not handsome… S-So, ah… clothes…?”

[Pause]

“G-Great.”

[Scene transitions to a clothing store]

[You mosey about the store with Dez hovering nervously nearby, taking shirts and holding them up to his chest to compare]

“H-Huh? Do my eyes keep darting toward the door…? S-Sorry, I’m just… I guess preparing to chase after if y-you try to run… T-That’s weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry…”

[Pause]

[He sighs, smiling as you cup his face]

“Thank you for being patient with me, still. Y-You’ve been so kind to me, and…and so patient. E-Even when I break down, e-even when I’m too needy, e-even when I cry for no g-good reason, e-even when I handcuff you to the b-bed…”

[Pause]

[He turns scarlet, glancing away]

“I don’t d-do it every night! A l-lot less as of late, a-and I stay up to make sure that y-you can use the bathroom at 3 AM, l-like every night. E-Except that one night you got f-food poisoning f-from that new Thai place… I-I didn’t march over there t-to beat them up a-at least, right?”

[Pause]

“T-Thanks for… for being understanding. I-I’ll stop… Uh? Oh, it’s a sweater? I-I’ve never worn one of those. B-But it looks nice on me, you think?”

[Pause]

[He smiles again, leaning his cheek into your palm]

“I-I love you, sweetie. You’re s-so good to me. B-But I am going to g-get a job and h-help, OK? I know many places will turn me d-down because of my p-past, but I at least want to h-help… I w-want to take care of you… forever.”

[Pause]

[He draws you close, resting his forehead to yours]

“Sweetie… c-can we get some dinner? I want to ask you s-something important.”

[Pause]

“Thank y-you.”

[You pay for the clothes and head out with him, holding his hand as he hovers close to you]

[Scene transitions to a restaurant in the same strip mall]

[SFX: Restaurant sounds]

[Dez picks at his food and sips at his soda, nervously fidgeting any time someone passing by him]

[Pause?]

“H-Huh? I-I um… W-What was I going to ask?”

[Pause]

[He fidgets harder, refusing to look at you]

“...n-nevermind… I-I… N-No. No! I c-can do this, f-for you!”

[He takes a breath and, a little too loudly, asks:]

“C-Can I please be your boyfriend?!”

[SFX: Voices quieting a bit for a moment before returning to normal]

“Sorry, s-sorry! I’m sorry, p-please don’t leave! Please, please, please! W-We can pretend this never happened a-a-and I’ll never step out of line again, please-!”

[You take his hands and rub your thumbs over his palms until he calms down]

“I-I’m sorry… s-so sorry…”

[Pause]

[Dez stops dead, staring at you in stunned silence]

“Y-Yes…?”

[Pause]

“Y-You’re saying… y-yes…? A-Are you sure?”

[Pause]

[His expression changes rapidly from joy to fear and back all over again]

“T-Thank you! Thank you! I p-promise, I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!”

[You let him hug you from over the table, taking the steak knife out of his hand before he gets a little too excited]

[To be continued]