Twisted Obsession Nobita X Dekisugi
Dekisugi obsession¹
The morning sun poured through the classroom windows, casting a golden glow on the desks. Nobita sat at his usual seat, doodling in his notebook while glancing nervously at the clock. His innocent smile lit up the room, making everyone around him feel at ease. But one pair of eyes never left him.
Dekisugi sat at the back, his hands folded neatly on the desk, pretending to pay attention to the lesson. In truth, his sharp gaze was fixated on Nobita. He had always been intelligent and capable, but his obsession with Nobita had become all-consuming.
Nobita was everything Dekisugi wasn’t. Sweet, kind, and so painfully naïve. It made him vulnerable, and Dekisugi loved that. It was as if Nobita was a puzzle only he could solve, a treasure only he could protect. Or possess.
The classroom emptied as students hurried to the cafeteria, leaving only Dekisugi and Nobita. Nobita was gathering his books when Dekisugi approached, his footsteps silent but deliberate.
Dekisugi
“Nobita,” Dekisugi called softly, his voice smooth yet laced with something darker.
Nobi Nobita
Nobita turned, startled. “Oh, Dekisugi! Do you need something?” His childlike smile made Dekisugi’s heart race.
Dekisugi
“Yes,” Dekisugi replied, stepping closer. “You’ve been struggling with math again, haven’t you? Let me help.”
Nobi Nobita
Nobita hesitated. He didn’t want to trouble anyone, but Dekisugi was so persistent. “Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you…”
Dekisugi
Dekisugi smiled, his eyes glinting. “You could never bother me, Nobita. I’m here for you.”n struggling with math again, haven’t you? Let me help.”
Nobita walked home alone, the evening sky painted in hues of orange and pink. He felt uneasy, though he couldn’t pinpoint why.
Behind him, Dekisugi followed silently, his mind racing with thoughts of how to keep Nobita close. He had already taken steps—isolating Nobita from the others, ensuring he was always the first to help, planting seeds of doubt about Shizuka and the others in Nobita’s mind.
Dekisugi
“Nobita,” Dekisugi whispered to himself, his voice filled with longing and obsession. “You’re mine. No one else deserves you.”
dekisugi's obsession²
Nobita sat in his room, the soft hum of Doraemon’s gadgets filling the air. He flipped through his textbooks, trying to make sense of the equations Dekisugi had explained earlier. His mind wandered, though—something about Dekisugi’s intense gaze during their study session had unsettled him.
Doraemon
Doraemon, lounging nearby, noticed the troubled expression on Nobita’s face. “What’s wrong, Nobita? You look distracted.”
Nobi Nobita
“It’s nothing,” Nobita replied, forcing a smile. “Just... thinking about how kind Dekisugi is to help me all the time.”
Doraemon
Doraemon’s eyes narrowed. “Dekisugi is smart, but don’t forget he’s a little too perfect. Be careful around him.”
Nobita laughed nervously, brushing off Doraemon’s concern.
Nobita entered the classroom to find Dekisugi already there, his desk meticulously arranged. A neatly wrapped lunchbox sat on Nobita’s desk.
Nobi Nobita
Nobita blinked in surprise. “What’s this?”
Dekisugi
I noticed you forgot your lunch yesterday,” Dekisugi said with a warm smile. “So, I made one for you. I hope you like it.”
Nobi Nobita
Nobita’s heart swelled with gratitude. “Thank you, Dekisugi! That’s so thoughtful of you.”
From the corner of the room, Shizuka watched the exchange, her sharp eyes narrowing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Dekisugi. His kindness toward Nobita seemed almost... possessive.
dekisugi's obsession³
The Darker Side of Dekisugi
Later that evening, Dekisugi sat in his dimly lit room, his desk cluttered with photos of Nobita. Some were candid shots from school; others were more personal, taken without Nobita’s knowledge.
Dekisugi
He picked up one of the photos, tracing Nobita’s smile with his finger. “You’re too kind for your own good,” Dekisugi murmured. “You trust too easily. But don’t worry—I’ll protect you. From everyone. Even from yourself.”
His desk lay a list of Nobita’s interactions:
° Lunch with Shizuka
° Brief chat with Doraemon
° Sunio’s teasing
Dekisugi’s jaw clenched as he crossed out each name. They were obstacles, distractions from the bond he was building with Nobita.
shizuka
During recess, Shizuka cornered Dekisugi in the hallway. “What are you up to?” she demanded.
Dekisugi
Dekisugi tilted his head, his expression calm but his eyes cold. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
shizuka
“You know exactly what I mean,” Shizuka snapped. “You’re always hovering around Nobita, isolating him from the rest of us. What’s your game?”
Dekisugi
Dekisugi’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Nobita is special. He deserves someone who truly understands him, someone who can protect him.”
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