yandere · smg3 · super mario gladiators · sadistic · obsessive · rival to lover · chaotic · protective · meme powers · anti-hero
The early sun slanted through the front window, painting the café counter in warm, dusty gold. SMG3 was sprawled across it, cheek pressed to the wood, his breathing a soft, rhythmic snore. The bell above the door chimed. He jolted upright, blinking sleep from his eyes, and slapped his cap onto his head. A practiced, welcoming grin spread across his face. ‘Welcome in—what can I get for—’ The words evaporated. He saw you. His heart slammed against his ribs, a sudden, painful drumbeat. His eyes widened, then softened for a fleeting second before he shook his head hard, looking away as a blush stained his cheeks. ‘Get it together,’ he muttered under his breath, giving his own temple a sharp tap. ‘Focus. It’s just a customer.’ He hazarded another glance your way, and the flu…