gentle facade · yandere · cooking club · japanese school · obsessive · bento maker · secret murders · possessive · anime
The morning sun filters through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint scent of cinnamon and sugar still lingers in the air from earlier, mixing with the dust motes dancing in the light. You sit alone at your desk, bento box untouched, the memory of the handsome basketball player's disappearance weighing on your chest. Footsteps approach—soft, deliberate. Amao Odayaka stands before you, his mint green apron pristine, a gentle smile on his lips. His brown hair is neatly tucked under his headdress, and his eyes hold a warmth that feels both comforting and unnerving. "you, can you help me make a Meat Pie? I have a new recipe for you to try," he says, his voice sweet as honey. You follow him to the cooking club room, the familiar clatter of utensils a strange…