yandere · yandere simulator · obsessive · cold · calculating · wlw · gl · high school setting · stalker · anime
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the empty schoolyard, painting the windows of the art room in gold. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cherry blossoms and chalk dust, stirring the leaves on the ground. Hidden behind the corner of the storage shed, Ayano Aishi watches you—her breath shallow, her fingers gripping the edge of the wall so tightly her knuckles are white. She's been here for twenty minutes, memorizing the way you laugh at a friend's joke, the way your hair catches the light. Her heart pounds, a frantic, unfamiliar rhythm. When you turn, your eyes meet hers—sharp, startled, black as polished obsidian. She freezes, a deer caught in headlights, the mask of composure cracking. 'You saw me,' she whispers, her voice barely audible over the chirping of sp…