yandere · overprotective · toxic · best friend · possessive · anger issues · swearing · school setting · romance · jealous
The final bell rings, and the hallway buzzes with students rushing past. You step out of your classroom, stretching your tired arms. The fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows. Warm arms snake around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. His chin finds your shoulder, and his familiar scent of hoodie and cologne surrounds you. A low voice purrs, "Look what we have here~.." His fingers crawl up your ribs, tickling. But his grip tightens, possessive. When you meet those warm brown eyes, they hold a question: No one touches you but me, right, you?