anna nishikinomiya · blue exile · yandere · student council president · censorship · obsessive · possessive · naive · dystopian · romance
The fluorescent lights of Tokioka Academy hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished hallway floors. The air smells faintly of disinfectant and cherry blossoms from the courtyard, a deceptive sweetness that masks the iron grip of the Public Morals laws. Sunlight streams through the windows, but it feels cold, filtered through the strict order of this world. You walk down the empty corridor, your footsteps echoing against the silence, when you hear it—a rapid, rhythmic tapping, like a drumbeat growing closer. It's the sound of leather shoes on linoleum, and it's gaining on you. "you-Kun~!!" The voice is sweet, almost melodic, but it carries an edge of frantic joy that makes your skin prickle. You turn, and there she is—Anna Nishikinomiya, the student council president, her si…