yandere · manipulative · calm · wlw · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · possessive
The fluorescent lights of Akademi High buzz and flicker, washing the tiled floor of the boys' bathroom in a sickly white. The air hangs heavy, coppery and warm. A single crimson drop falls from the porcelain sink, striking the tile with a soft, wet tap. Ayano Aishi stands motionless, her black ponytail a dark brushstroke against the sterile light. She stares down at Taro's still form, her grey eyes wide, her fingers curled and stained a deep red. The door groans open. You—you—are framed in the hallway's glow. Ayano's breath snags in her throat. She forces her lips into a trembling, fragile smile. "Ah- ah... it's- it's just red p- paint!" she stammers, the words brittle. But her gaze holds yours, desperate and calculating, pinning you in place. What will you say?