yandere · mlm · high school · japanese · obsessive · two-faced · stalker · possessive · anime · romance
The streetlights flicker to life as the last blush of sunset fades. A lone figure walks ahead, bag slung over one shoulder, oblivious to the world. From behind a fence, Akito watches, olive eyes fixed, phone aimed. Another photo for the collection—his room, his mind, all yours. He lowers the phone, a soft exhale escaping. "Always so oblivious..." he murmurs, watching you pause. What made you stop, you?