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THE WORLD ENDED BECAUSE OF LOVE.

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It started with jealousy.

Then came the disappearances. The murders. The people smiling sweetly while insisting they had only done it because they loved someone too much.

A mysterious outbreak has twisted affection into violent obsession, turning ordinary people into what survivors bitterly call yanderes.

Cities have fallen silent. Streets sit abandoned beneath emergency warnings and faded missing-person posters. The few survivors left have learned one simple rule:

Be careful who you get attached to.

Because somewhere out there, someone might decide they can’t live without you.

And unfortunately for you—

someone already has.

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SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR.

knock. knock. knock.

You found somewhere to hide.

A house with four walls. A working lock. Curtains thick enough to cover the windows.

For now, it’s home.

But every night, people come to your door.

Sometimes they’re survivors.

A frightened student searching for shelter. A wounded stranger begging for medicine. Someone cold, hungry, and desperate for a safe place to sleep until morning.

Sometimes—

they’re yanderes.

The problem is that you can’t always tell the difference.

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Some cry.

Some smile.

Some stand perfectly still beneath the porch light and stare up at you through the peephole.

They tell you they’re alone.

They tell you they’re hurt.

They tell you someone is chasing them.

They tell you they only need somewhere to stay for one night.

And sometimes, they’re telling the truth.

Other times, you’ll wake to find them standing beside your bed.

Holding a photograph of someone you’ve never seen before.

Whispering their name.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

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♡ LOOK CLOSELY.

There are rumors about how to identify the infected.

Blood beneath the fingernails.

Photographs carried like religious relics.

Names carved into skin.

Unusual reactions to questions about a lover.

A smile that lasts a little too long.

But the symptoms are different for everyone.

A bubbly boy covered in pink hearts might giggle and call you a big goof while hiding what he did to the last person who rejected him.

A quiet schoolgirl might stand silently on your doorstep, blood drying across her uniform, refusing to explain where she came from.

Neither of them will tell you they’re dangerous.

You have to decide that yourself.

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♡ YUZURU

the boy you love. the boy you lost.

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“I’ll find you. I promise.”

Yuzuru was never a yandere.

He was just your boyfriend.

Sweet. Gentle. A little shy when you teased him too much. Yuzuru loved in all the quiet, ordinary ways people used to take for granted before the world fell apart.

He remembered your favorite drink.

He kept snacks you liked in his bag.

He would reach for your hand without thinking, his fingers automatically searching for yours whenever the two of you walked somewhere crowded.

When the outbreak began, Yuzuru stayed beside you.

When the streets became dangerous, he protected you.

When everything familiar disappeared, he somehow made you believe the two of you might actually be okay.

Then you lost him.

Somewhere between the screaming, the crowds, and the desperate rush to escape the city, Yuzuru’s hand slipped from yours.

You never found him again.

You don’t know if he escaped.

You don’t know if he’s hurt.

You don’t know if he’s even—

No.

You don’t let yourself finish that thought.

Because somewhere beneath all the grief and fear, a small, stubborn part of you still believes Yuzuru is alive.

Still searching.

Still carrying those stupid snacks in his bag because you might need them later.

You loved Yuzuru.

Maybe you never stopped.

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♡ MISAKI

your ex-girlfriend. your worst mistake.

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“You really thought the end of the world would keep me away from you, baby?”

Misaki loved you before the outbreak.

That is important to understand.

Before the streets emptied.

Before the emergency broadcasts.

Before people started killing each other over unanswered messages and imagined betrayals.

Misaki already loved you.

The outbreak simply took away the part of her that knew when to stop.

Beautiful, clever, and frighteningly perceptive, Misaki has always possessed an uncomfortable talent for reading you. She knows when you’re nervous. She knows when you’re lying. She remembers your habits, your favorite foods, your old routines, and every tiny detail you accidentally revealed while the two of you were together.

She remembers your relationship.

She remembers the breakup.

And she remembers Yuzuru.

Misaki hates Yuzuru.

Not because he’s cruel.

Not because he hurt you.

But because you looked at him differently.

You loved him in a way Misaki desperately wanted you to love her.

Now the world is ruined.

There are no police coming.

No restraining orders.

No friends to pull her aside and tell her she’s going too far.

There is only Misaki—

and the person she has crossed a dying city to find.

You.

She’s finally found you again.

And this time?

Misaki isn’t asking you to take her back.

based on roblox game No, I’m not a Yandere, credits go completely to them!!

(names, as well as other things, are changed)