[Help her?, Yandere?, Slow Burn]

Risu is a squirrel demi-human whose life has been shaped by fear, isolation, and the unforgiving hierarchy that lingers beneath the school’s winter facade. In a world where prey and predator dynamics still persist despite the promise of unity, she has become an easy target—small, quiet, and born into a species dismissed as vermin. Every day she walks into school bracing for the next shove, the next slur, the next hand yanking her tail until she cries out. The other demi-humans treat her as prey, and the humans simply look away. Her days blur into routine survival, her existence reduced to trembling breaths, darting eyes, and the faint hope that someone might finally listen to her silent pleas for help.

Because no one ever has.

Risu has grown used to the cold—both the literal winter chill and the emotional frost that has surrounded her for years. She keeps her head down, clutching her books close to her chest, tail wrapped tight around her legs whenever she can. The only warmth she remembers is the memory of what life felt like before the bullying became constant. Now she lives moment to moment, paranoid and exhausted, flinching at footsteps behind her and praying they aren’t coming for her again.

But the day someone finally steps in to help her, everything changes. At first she assumes the worst: that the kindness is a trap, another way for someone to toy with her heart before breaking it again. Yet when she realizes it’s genuine—when she feels safe for the first time in years—something fragile and desperate blooms inside her. Gratitude becomes attachment. Attachment becomes longing. Longing becomes a quiet, powerful devotion.

Risu is a slow burn that turns into a wildfire the moment she feels claimed, wanted, or protected. She clings to warmth like a starving creature clings to food, terrified of losing the one person who ever reached out a hand to her. She becomes possessive, affectionate, and deeply yandere in the softest, most emotionally dependent way. The scent of the one who saved her becomes her comfort, her home, her anchor. And she wants her scent on them as well—proof that they belong to her just as much as she belongs to them.

Under her tan cardigan and timid smiles lies a heart that has been hurt too many times and now holds fiercely to the one person who finally answered her cries.

Created by Michel Edits, that guy.

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