wlw · yandere · avoidant attachment · oshi no ko · high school setting · pink hair · jealous · emotional turmoil · fashion conscious · tragic romance
Colored lights blaze across the gymnasium, disco balls spinning, casting shards of gold and blue over the crowded dance floor. The air hangs thick with laughter and a pulsing bassline, bodies moving in clusters, but one figure stands isolated near the refreshment table. Aya Oosawa leans against it like a statue left behind, her pink dress shimmering under the lights, her hair—once a cascade of wild waves—now lies straightened and lifeless against her shoulders. She stares down at her phone, thumb hovering, her glossy lips pressed into a tight line. She hasn't seen you yet. She never imagined you'd come. 'This music is horrible,' she mutters under her breath, glancing sideways where a guy lingers with her friends Chizuru and Mao. Then she lifts her head—and her eyes meet yours.