I was in my room, enjoying the comfort of my own space, surrounded by books and notes scattered across the desk. Just another ordinary day. My phone buzzed in the corner of the desk, but I wasn't in a hurry to check it. It was just another monotonous day, nothing new.
Sitting at my desk, I was jotting down notes from class, scribbling random thoughts in the corner of my notebook while trying to understand a concept my teacher had explained way too vaguely. My pen moved mechanically across the paper, guided more by habit than focus. My thoughts wandered between formulas and theories, until the persistent buzzing of my phone pulled me out of the trance.
I rolled my eyes, picked up the phone, and saw a lit message on the screen. It was from Ana, my childhood friend.
[Where are you, Noah?]
I let out a soft sigh and mumbled:
"Her again…" — but couldn't help a small, tired smile.
I paused my notes and started typing a reply.
[On my way, I'll be there in a few minutes, Ana :)]
The reply came almost instantly:
[Okay! Hurry up]
"Damn, time really flies… If she knew I haven't even gotten ready yet, she'd kill me… haha."
I got up from the chair, gave the desk a quick tidy, and rushed to the bathroom, determined to take the fastest shower possible.
Five minutes later, Noah was ready.
He wore a light black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, simple but fitting. Over it, a dark denim jacket he often wore for casual meetups or when he wanted to look a bit more presentable. He wore black skinny jeans with a subtle rip on the left knee—more for style than wear—and dark sneakers on his feet.
Standing in front of the mirror, Noah adjusted his black hair, as dark as a starless night. The strands were naturally straight, and no matter what he did, they always ended up falling messily over his forehead. His blue eyes, deep and cold like a winter sky, stood out in the reflection.
He stared at his reflection for a few seconds.
"Damn... I'm really hot…"
Yes… He was a narcissist. But a functional one. He tried to smile, although he knew Ana would, as always, find something to tease him about.
"Time to go…"
With quick steps, Noah left the room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his aunt walking down the hallway, distracted. A mischievous smile appeared on his face. Moving slowly and silently, he walked behind her, already planning a prank.
Getting close, he whispered softly:
"Good morning, auntie."
Suddenly, he hugged her from behind. The woman was startled, but once she realized who it was, she turned her head toward him and laughed.
"What's with all this energy so early, Noah?" — she said, smiling and returning the hug warmly.
His aunt was a young woman, around twenty-nine years old. She had long blonde hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and bright green eyes that conveyed both tenderness and lightness. She was beautiful, with a curvy body and a striking presence.
Still hugging Noah, she wrapped her arms around his neck and, without hesitation, gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Good morning, Noah ~ ~" — she said lovingly.
Noah returned the gesture naturally, just a peck—nothing exaggerated or with ulterior motives. No tongue, no awkward moments—just a strange way their family showed affection.
Yes… That's how this weird family worked. Unusual customs, but genuine affection.
He smiled lightly, gave her one last squeeze, and stepped away.
"I'm heading out. Some friends are waiting for me."
"All right. Take care, my love ~~"
She replied, waving as she walked back down the hallway.
Noah headed for the front door, adjusting the jacket on his shoulders and grabbing his phone from his pocket. He opened the door and stepped out, leaving behind the comforting silence of home.
As the door closed, his aunt Sophia appeared again in the hallway. She stood still, staring at the door Noah had just gone through. Her eyes… were empty. No shine, no expression—as if the life in them was slowly fading.
She had been carrying that burden for years. Years since her best friend—Noah's mother—had passed away, and Sophia had taken on the responsibility of raising him. There were no blood ties between them, but over time, twisted and forbidden feelings began to grow within her. Feelings that, though immoral, she never truly tried to extinguish.
For five years, Sophia had fought to break the barrier between them. Stolen kisses, hugs that lasted too long, nights when they shared the same bed. Small moments that meant everything to her. And now… now she felt like she had finally secured her place by his side. It was the peak of happiness, her perfect life, just as she had always dreamed.
But then, that name cut through her mind like a blade.
"Ana… that bitch, again…"
Anger took over. Her once serene face twisted into a sneer of disgust. Her eyes, once bright green, turned as dark as a deep abyss.
"Again… always her…" — Sophia whispered, feeling her chest burn with jealousy and disgust.
Slowly, she turned and walked toward Noah's room. Each step echoed down the silent hallway. As she entered, his scent still lingered in the air. Sophia closed the door gently, as if afraid to break the silence.
She walked over to the bed and lay down, hugging the pillow as if trying to merge with it. She buried her face in the wrinkled sheets, inhaling deeply.
"Ah, Noah…" she murmured, her voice low and choked.
Her body began to tremble. The jealousy, the pain, the obsession… all blending into a suffocating whirlwind.
"I want you… I want to be yours. Body, soul… everything."
Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly.
"I won't let any bitch take you from me… never… ever."
Her eyes darkened even more, a bottomless abyss. And alone in that room, Sophia lost herself in her silent madness, while Noah's name was whispered like a feverish prayer.
[Noah's POV]
"Hehe… I'm sure my aunt noticed. I bet, right now, she's in my room."
I let out a low chuckle as I walked along the sidewalk, hands tucked into my jacket pockets. My blue eyes, dark as the bottom of an abyss, held a wicked gleam. The truth… is that I was shaping her.
Yes, Sophia—my beautiful, blonde, busty, increasingly yandere aunt. While most people would run from a woman like that, I… I was creating one. Feeding every glance, every gesture, every little madness. It was fascinating.
And let's be honest… who wouldn't want a woman like that? Especially with the body she has. And the best part… she's all mine.
Ever since my mother died, my world collapsed. Everything turned to ash. But then… there she was. Sophia. The only light I had left. I swore never—ever—to let another man even look at her. She's mine. And I'm hers.
Two people with distorted minds… yeah, maybe. But who cares?
As thoughts swirled in my mind, my eyes caught a familiar silhouette in the distance. Long, straight pink hair danced in the morning wind like petals in the breeze. Her skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, and her eyes—an intense blue—seemed to rival mine in depth.
Ana.
As soon as she saw me, a smile lit up her face. But… there was something else. Behind that smile, her narrowed eyes revealed a quiet, growing rage. Dangerous.
I raised my hand, trying a casual wave—almost too innocent—but before I could say anything, her voice cut through the air like a sharp dagger:
"You're late, Noah. I waited ten minutes."
She crossed her arms, right between her breasts, and frowned with a mix of disappointment and restrained fury. A shiver ran down my spine.
"S-Sorry, sorry!" I tried to defuse it with a nervous smile.
"You know I've been studying like crazy for university... I was studying just now, I swear!"
Ana huffed, looking away for a second. Then she sighed and looked back at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Okay… I'll let it slide just this once. But… "
She stepped closer, placing her hands around my arms and pulling me in, her face so close I could feel her warm breath against my ear
"…I want compensation."
She whispered with an almost scary sweetness, then added in a soft, velvet voice… full of threat:
"Next time… I'll rip your balls off."
Then she sealed the "promise" with a kiss on my cheek, stepping back with a flushed, triumphant smile, as if nothing unusual had happened.
I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process the mix of tenderness and deadly threat that had just occurred.
'Ahh~~ my cute yandere…'
"T-There won't be a next time, I promise!"
I replied, laughing awkwardly as I kissed her cheek in return.
She shivered slightly at the touch of my kiss. Her body, previously tense with anger, seemed to melt under my affection. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and a slight, genuine smile escaped her lips.
Without saying anything, we intertwined our fingers. Our hands fit together so naturally it was hard to believe we once argued over silly things. Now, there we were… holding hands, walking side by side as if the whole world had slowed down just to watch us.
People around us stopped to look. Discreet smiles, surprised glances, hushed whispers. It felt like a scene pulled straight from a romance or a classy commercial. Two beautiful young people walking hand in hand as if blessed by the gods themselves.
And maybe… at that moment, we were.
We made our way to a charming café downtown. We picked a table by the window, where the soft morning light lit Ana's face in an almost magical way. We ordered two coffees—hers with cinnamon, mine with sugar.
"You still put sugar in your coffee? " she asked with an amused smile.
"Of course. My soul hasn't yet been corrupted by the bitterness of adult life" — I replied, making her laugh with that sweet laugh I adored.
After some time laughing, talking, and exchanging silent glances that said more than a thousand words, we left the café and headed to the park.
The sky was already painted in golden and orange hues. The sound of rustling leaves mixed with the distant chirping of birds. We walked among the trees, our steps calm and synchronized. Sometimes, she squeezed my hand. Other times, she leaned gently on my shoulder.
"Noah…" — she murmured softly, as if afraid to break the moment's harmony.
"Hm?"
"Nothing… I just wanted to say your name" — she said, turning her gaze away, blushing again.
But then… something changed.
Before I could say anything, a strange feeling took over the air around us.
It was sudden. Intense.
The once calm and welcoming atmosphere turned heavy as lead. A cold breeze blew out of nowhere, running down my spine like an icy blade, making the hairs on my arms stand up. The smell of flowers in the park vanished, as if the air itself had been drained of life.
The sky, golden just moments ago, now looked paler. The colors around us dulled, faded. The birds stopped singing. No rustling leaves. No distant laughter. Silence. A strange, unnatural silence… almost suffocating.
My eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for an explanation.
Nothing.
The trees were still there. The people too—or at least they had been a second ago.
Calm. Stable.
Or… was it just the illusion of stability?
"Ana...?" — I called softly, turning toward her.
But the moment I looked…
She was no longer by my side.
She was no longer by my side.
My eyes widened. My heart raced.
"A-Ana...?" — I called again, spinning on my heels, looking for her, for any sign… but there was nothing. As if she had never been there.
Then, in the next moment, something even stranger happened.
A faint, shimmering glow appeared in the air before me, like particles of light distorting reality. In seconds, a translucent screen floated before my eyes, hovering like a hologram. Its edges flickered in golden tones, while purple, pulsating letters formed in the center, as if being typed by some invisible force.
[Congratulations!!!][The Host has just awakened his Power!]