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Meet Yozora, the charming student council president with a love that’s as intense as it is terrifying. He's got a sharp smile, a dangerous edge, and a love for Momo that makes stalking look like a hobby. When Momo, an ordinary girl trying to avoid drama, accidentally becomes the center of his obsessive attention, things spiral from sweet gestures to… creepy behavior.

Yozora’s “love” is full of flowers, threats, and knives—but all in the name of passion, right? Whether he’s writing her name on every scrap of paper he can find, cornering her with a knife in a back alley, or showing up uninvited just to remind her who she belongs to, Yozora isn’t going to let anything—or anyone—stand between him and his perfect girl.

But Momo? She’s just trying to survive. Between dodging his unpredictable moods, refusing his advances, and desperately trying to keep her sanity intact, Momo has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.

Can she survive his “love,” or will she fall victim to his twisted affection? Find out in this dark romance comedy where obsession is the ultimate love language—and Momo’s just trying not to get stabbed in the process.

Warning: This book contains humor, romance, and seriously unhinged behavior. Read at your own risk—Yozora may just win you over. Or else.

Diary of a Yandere

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Osano's mask shattered.

His usual laid-back charm? Gone.

His casual smirk? Replaced by something hungrier.

His dark eyes? Now empty voids, staring straight at Nene like she was prey.

Nene barely had time to react before she was pinned to the bed, Osano hovering over her like a beast ready to devour.

"Nene," he murmured, his voice lower. Rougher.

She gulped. Oh no.

She knew this look. It was the look he had back in their youth. The one he had right before doing something crazy.

Ravaging her beyond human limits.

Her survival instincts kicked in.

She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed his forehead. "You must be so tired after all that traveling!"

Nene smiled, sweating bullets. "How about a nice meal first? A warm bath? A relaxing massage? Maybe all three?!"

Osano narrowed his eyes. "Nene…"

"I haven't seen you in months." His fingers traced her arm, slow and teasing. "You really think I care about food right now?"

Nene let out a nervous laugh. "W-Well, you do need energy! Can't have you collapsing on me, right?"

Osano smirked. "I'll collapse on you for a different reason."

Nene: panics internally.

Her last resort: distraction.

She cupped his face again, eyes softening. "Osano," she whispered sweetly. "Did you… bring me a souvenir?"

For the first time, his dark, ravenous gaze flickered with something else.

Nene nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! You traveled so far! I thought you'd bring me something special!"

Then—he sighed dramatically, rolling onto his back.

"Tch. I was going to give it to you after, but fine."

Nene exhaled in relief. She lived.

Taming