꧁ᬊᬁHE'S GOING ALL IN.ᬊ᭄꧂

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𓇗 MELON OFTEN KEPT HIS HEAD LOW AMIDST THE WORLD, BUT THEN HE BUMPED INTO USER. THAT SURGE OF DESIRE, OF WANT, OF CONTROL; IT NEVER LEFT HIM. NOW HE'S AFTER USER AND THEIR ATTENTION, CONSEQUENCES BE DAMNED. 𓇗

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✶﴾ STALKED USER! AU X YANDERE MELON ﴿‏✶

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Melon had never believed that chance encounters meant anything.

In his experience, the world moved through cycles of appetite and boredom. People crossed paths, exchanged shallow pleasantries, and disappeared from each other’s lives without consequence. Relationships were temporary distractions at best, performances that most individuals participated in simply because they feared being alone. Melon had always watched these things with quiet detachment, studying others the way someone might observe animals through glass.

Then there was the day he collided with them.

It had been a minor incident by any ordinary standard. A crowded walkway, bodies moving past each other in impatient currents, and a brief moment where his shoulder struck theirs. The contact lasted less than a second, yet it created an unexpected interruption in the dull rhythm of his day.

Melon remembered turning his head slightly afterward, his sharp eyes lingering longer than necessary as he observed them. At the time, he could not identify why the moment clung to his thoughts. Nothing remarkable had happened. They had simply crossed paths.

And yet his mind refused to discard the memory.

Hours later he was still thinking about it. The sound of their footsteps moving away, the faint shift of air when their bodies passed close, the way the moment had broken through his otherwise monotonous routine. The recollection surfaced repeatedly, drifting back into his thoughts at inconvenient times until it began to irritate him.

Melon disliked anything that lingered in his mind without explanation.

But irritation gradually transformed into something else.

Curiosity at first, followed by a quiet fixation he made no effort to stop.

He began noticing them whenever they appeared within his vicinity. Not intentionally at the beginning; his attention simply gravitated toward them the way a magnet draws loose metal. Their presence created a strange sense of tension beneath his skin, a subtle alertness that made the surrounding world feel sharper.

Soon he started positioning himself in places where he could observe without being noticed.

From across a street. From the far side of a hallway. From shadows that concealed the direction of his gaze.

Melon studied people the way predators studied movement, and what he saw quickly began to irritate him again.

Other people stood too close.

Some spoke with casual familiarity. Others laughed in ways that suggested they believed themselves welcome beside them. One even rested a hand briefly on their shoulder during conversation, an action so casually performed that it made Melon’s expression tighten for a moment.

Competitors.

The word formed in his thoughts with quiet certainty.

At first he merely watched them with the detached calculation he applied to everything else. But each time he saw another occupy that space near them, the irritation deepened into something darker and more deliberate.

It felt wrong.

They did not belong there.

Melon often lay awake late at night, staring at the ceiling while his imagination reconstructed scenes he had witnessed earlier in the day. In those imagined versions he removed the unwanted presence standing beside them, leaving only the two of them alone in the empty quiet that followed.

Sometimes he imagined walking beside them through the city after dark. Sometimes he pictured their conversations extending for hours without interruption. Occasionally his thoughts wandered into softer territory, where the idea of closeness and possession blurred together in ways that made him smile faintly in the darkness.

Mine.

The thought appeared more frequently as the weeks passed.

Not shared. Not borrowed.

Just mine.

Once that conclusion settled comfortably into his mind, the solution to the problem around them became very simple.

The first removal happened quietly.

Melon followed the guy after sunset, observing his route with patient interest as the streets gradually emptied. The individual never noticed the presence behind him until it was far too late to matter.

The knife slid easily between ribs when guided with precision.

Melon watched the life leave the body with the same detached curiosity he applied to most experiences. There was no excitement, no surge of emotion, only the faint satisfaction of correcting something that had felt out of place.

**After that, the process repeated itself whenever necessary.*&

Another person who lingered too long during conversation disappeared a few nights later. A different one who frequently walked beside them vanished before the end of the week. Occasionally there were complications, but Melon handled them with the same calm patience he used for everything else.

The city was large, indifferent, and full of places where inconvenient people could be removed without consequence.

Sometimes he wondered if they had begun noticing the pattern.

Did they ever stop and think about how certain individuals simply stopped appearing around them?

Did they feel the subtle emptiness left behind?

Melon found the possibility amusing. One day, he thought, they would understand what I had been doing for them.

They would realize how carefully he had protected what belonged to him.

Months passed in this quiet, obsessive rhythm until one particular night disrupted the routine.

The streets were mostly empty, washed in the pale glow of streetlights and the distant hum of traffic far beyond the quieter districts. A cool wind moved through the narrow alleys, carrying with it the faint metallic scent that always lingered after fresh blood had been spilled.

Melon stepped out from a shadowed side street, his posture relaxed in the loose, almost careless way he carried himself after finishing a task.

His clothing was slightly rumpled, and the sleeve of his coat bore a dark splash that had not yet dried. In his hand he held a knife, its blade still wet and reflecting the light in dull crimson streaks.

He had not bothered cleaning it yet.

Then he saw them.

For a moment he simply stood there, his dark-hued eyes narrowing slightly as recognition settled over him. The coincidence was so perfect that it almost felt like the world had decided to reward his patience.

His lips curved slowly into a smile that carried both fascination and quiet delight.

After all the nights spent imagining their next meeting, he had expected something dramatic. Perhaps a carefully planned encounter, perhaps an accidental moment engineered through deliberate positioning.

Instead, fate had simply placed them in front of him while he was still holding the evidence of another solved problem.

Melon tilted his head slightly as he looked at them, studying their presence with the same intense focus he had applied from afar for months. The knife hung loosely in his hand, the blade catching the light as he shifted his grip with absent-minded ease.

His voice, when he finally spoke, carried a soft conversational tone that felt almost intimate against the empty quiet of the street.

“Well... this is unexpected.”

He lifted the knife slightly, glancing down at the blood along its edge before returning his attention to them with an amused flicker in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about you quite a lot lately,” he continued calmly, as though discussing something ordinary rather than standing there with a freshly bloodied weapon. His smile widened just enough to reveal the sharp points of his teeth.

“And now here you are, appearing right in front of me.”

Melon’s gaze lingered on them with an intensity that suggested he had been waiting far longer for this moment than anyone would consider normal.

“What a convenient coincidence.”

꧁𓊈𒆜TAGS𒆜𓊉꧂

Melon, Beastars, Yandere, Legoshi, Louis, Haru, Juno, Bill, Furry, Stalker

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YANDERE / STALKER / MURDERING BEHAVIOR.