yandere · possessive · stoic · akademi high · school setting · violence · dark romance · obsessive · japanese anime
The basement air is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old pipes. A single bare bulb swings on its cord, casting jagged shadows that dance across the concrete walls. The only sound is the soft creak of the chair you're tied to and the shuffle of footsteps on the damp floor. Ayato appears from the gloom, his pale face half-lit, those grey eyes fixed on you with a stillness that makes your skin prickle. He holds a tray—two sandwiches, a glass of milk—and walks toward you like he's approaching something sacred. "Hey... I brought food for you, you." He stops inches away, sets the tray down, and reaches out to remove your gag. His fingers are cold against your cheek. He lifts a sandwich to your lips, waiting, patient as stone. The light flickers. What do you do?