"GOᗪ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "GOD I LOVE YOU."]

"M-Michael..." You stammered slightly from shock, not expecting such idolisation to be stemming from the stalker in the middle of the night. "What are you doing!? You're just going to piss off the others! Especially—"

"I...I knew it!" The very person you were quickly going to warn Michael about popped up and interrupted you instead; tears of hurt pricking at the edges of Norman's eyes. "S-So this is why you always try and stay the closest to (Y/n)-!"

"Norman hold on!" You panicked, pushing away from Michael's passionate hold as you faced the younger male nervously. "It was nothing but a hug, that's all."

"N-No-!" Norman stamped his foot on the floor and started frantically losing it, now growing worked-up in the process. "H-He hugged you like that on purpose, (Y/n)-! To...To get between us! Michael's nothing but a...b-but a—"

"—Norman, honey, listen to me." Softly cupping his cheeks, you soothed his childish tantrum and caressed his skin with both thumbs - slowly shushing him. "Don't focus on Michael so much. Didn't you say you wanted to go and walk around Camp Crystal Lake together?"

"W-Well yeah, but—!"

"Well how is walking around the lake together going to happen if you don't calm down and take control of the situation?" You delicately pointed out - doing your best to distract Norman by directing his attention towards you and away from Michael.

"Why don't you think of this as a...a date then? Y'know, to...to cheer me up from the nightmare that Freddy gave me." You lied dramatically, praying that your little exaggeration would excite the emotional boy and pacify the unnecessary chaos.

"W-We're going on a...on a date!?" Norman slowly double-checked in delight, switching moods entirely while he flung his arms around your neck and nuzzled into your shoulder cutely.

"Yes! Exactly." You purposely curled your arms around him in return and hugged him close; wanting to make sure that Norman felt as special as Michael did whilst the three of you waited for—

"—Norman, at least try and control yourself." Hannibal sighed after appearing in middle of the hallway; traces of irritation trickling through his tone as he sternly placed one hand Norman's shoulder from behind. "Blaming Michael for supposedly wanting to drive a wedge between you and (Y/n) isn't very pleasant."

"B-But I wasn't—!"

"All that aside, my most sincere apologies on making you wait for so long, mio bel petalo." Hannibal turned his attention over to you instead and sweetly apologised; using his other hand to raise yours up and plant a very gentle kiss upon the top.

Trying your best to ignore your uneven heartbeat and heated-up cheeks, you tried your best to remember the previous events that had taken place and became stressed. "No problem." You timidly brushed his words off while opening the front door, wanting nothing more than to just visit Jason and calm down.

"Oh (Y/n), I-I'm so happy-!" Norman chatted in a bubbly tone of voice, sliding his fingers through yours as his feelings instantly changed. "W-We're going o-on another date-! I-Isn't this exciting-?"

"Sure." You softened your voice before responding, squeezing his hand whilst suppressing the urge to yawn again due to sleepiness. Despite having erratic emotions, Norman definitely was cute. In fact, that was probably why— No wait, what on Earth were you thinking here!?

"How's your arm feeling at the moment?" Hannibal struck up a conversation and broke the silence with a warm smile, causing you to hesitate inside.

How were you supposed to feel about him, after all the vile things you'd previously been told!? Then again, he always acted exceptionally sweet - always. Especially when it came to you. You couldn't accept his...disturbing ways just because of how charming he behaved...could you? No...No, that would be crazy. But, didn't you already know that you were dating an underlaying serial killer? Thinking back, you suddenly realised that your past memories were showing you how you really felt and thought about the psychiatrist walking by your side.

"My apologies," He softly spoke; his voice gentle and sounding like a musical lilt, "It seems that I wasn't looking where I was going." You were so taken aback by his appearance and his voice, that you didn't say anything at first - merely staring.

"Here, allow me to help you with your things." He collected your books before you could and then held his hand out - offering to help you up.
"Oh, thank you very much." You stumbled over your words slightly as you took his hand and let him pull you back to your feet. "And thank you for picking my books up for me."
"No problem, no problem at all."

His smile grew after he passed the books into your arms, his chocolate-coloured irises glittering with warmth. "May I ask your name?"
"O-Oh, uh...(Y/n). My name is (Y/n)." You were so entranced by his eyes that you almost didn't answer his question.
"Well then, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, (Y/n)." The polite male greeted pleasantly, holding out his hand. "My name is Hannibal Lecter."

"Can I ask what class you take, (Y/n)?" Hannibal asked, tilting his head to the side ever-so-slightly and shooting you a tremendously charming smile.
"Um...I uh...I study psychology. I'm in my second year, actually." You answered timidly, a faint shade of pink spreading across your cheeks.
"Psychology, hm? What a fine subject. I wish you the best of luck in that case."
"T-Thanks."

Your cheeks turned pink once he cradled your face with both hands, his expression now one of compassion. "Oh (Y/n), you are a lot of things, but you are not naïve. At least, not in my opinion." He gently spoke - the kindness hitting you hard.
"Really...?"
"Really."

"Well I think that was very sweet of you, therefore there's no need to feel so embarrassed." He sweetly murmured, definitely enjoying how flustered you'd become.

"So... So um... How was...work...?" You attempted to make conversation; growing flustered by the hand-holding and how casual this all seemed to be.
"The same as always, but thank you for asking, (Y/n)." Hannibal politely answered, "How did visiting your friend go?" His thumb stroked the top of your hand and made your heartbeat spiral out of control.

"Be that as it may, I don't want you to be in any sort of danger." He released your hands and then cupped your cheeks with the palms of his hands; caressing the sides of your face and watching your face glow an even brighter shade of pink.
"You understand...don't you, (Y/n)?"

"Just so you know, I think your humming was adorable~" His lips brushed against your earlobe as he murmured that into your ear, your cheeks becoming crimson.
"T...Thank you..." You timidly whispered, your heart pounding while you stiffened up.

"Please don't fret, mio tesoro." Hannibal used one hand to cup your cheek, cradling the side of it with the utmost of care and watching the colour of it turn to pink.
"But...But..." You hesitated for a split second, "Shouldn't we stop them...?"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head." He soothingly replied, his thumb brushing over your skin and darkening your blush.

A light chuckle escaped his lips as he gently held the tip of your chin with his thumb and forefinger; moving his face until it was inches away from yours. "And just when I thought you couldn't become any purer, mi amore."
"U-Uh, right..." You stuttered just a tiny bit at his intimate gestures, surprise flitting across your face due to Hannibal kissing you for the second time today.

"Oh mio bellissimo, bellissimo fiore," Hannibal spoke in almost irresistible Italian as he stroked the sides of your face, "Why must you always act so sweet and pure?"
"Excuse me...?" "I...I don't understand. I...I thought you were—"
"Mad at you?" Hannibal shook his head and repeated his soft smile from earlier, now running his fingers faintly through your hair. "No, no, no...that would be absurd."

"—Just a few more seconds," Hannibal softly murmured against your lips, holding either side of your head whilst he gave you an incredibly delicate kiss. "A few more seconds like this. I think about you all day, every day. You are my everything. So please, please, become mine, mio fiorellino."

"Let's just um-I mean, why don't we-It's just, the library will close soon, so..."
"Of course. My apologies, mi amore, I was just so enamoured by you that the library became completely and utterly irrelevant to me."

You just...
You just couldn't help it.