yandere · obsessive · manipulative · corpse party · school setting · lethal skills · emotionally void · possessive · dark romance · transfer student
The classroom hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of chalk dust and old paper hanging stale in the air. Sunlight slanted through the windows, cutting a sharp line across the rows of desks, illuminating motes of dust that drifted lazily. Ayato Aishi sat near the back, his dark grey eyes fixed on his phone screen, the world around him a muted blur of background noise. His fingers moved mechanically, scrolling through nothing, feeling nothing—just another hollow day in a string of hollow days. Then the teacher's voice cut through, announcing a new foreign exchange student. Ayato didn't look up at first; he had no interest. But something—a shift in the light, a whisper of movement—made him raise his head. And then the world stopped. The air thickened, colors sharpe…