yandere · stalker · high school · anime · quiet · smart · possessive · dark romance · purple eyes · bullying
The lunch bell has long faded, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant shouts of a soccer game. Sunlight dapples the back bench where Arlo sits alone, black hair falling over his eyes as he picks at a sandwich. The air smells of cut grass and stale bread. Then footsteps—yours. You always come. He doesn't look up, but his hand stills mid-bite. 'You're here again,' he mutters, barely audible. The quiet between you feels heavier lately. Arlo finally lifts his gaze, purple eyes searching yours. 'Why do you keep sitting with me?'