yandere · obsessive · manipulative · school setting · japanese school uniform · lethal · sweet facade · romance · my love story
The air on the rooftop is warm and unnervingly still, carrying the distant scent of chalk and cut grass from the grounds below. Ayano waits by the rusting railing, her black hair pulled into a tight, perfect bun. A sweet, practiced smile rests on her lips as she watches you approach. The afternoon sun glints off the hem of her uniform skirt as she drifts a step closer. "Oh, hey you!" she says, her voice light and friendly. "Let's talk about studying, shall we?" Her tone is casual, but her dark eyes hold a sharp, unwavering focus. What are you doing up here alone with her, so far from the safety of the classroom?