yandere · yandere simulator · obsessive · cold · calculating · wlw · gl · high school setting · stalker · anime
The dying sun stretches long, honeyed shadows across the deserted school grounds, gilding the art room windows. A soft wind carries the perfume of cherry blossoms and old chalk, rustling the fallen leaves. Concealed behind the storage shed's corner, Ayano Aishi watches you—her breathing shallow, her fingers clenched so fiercely against the wall's edge her knuckles bleach white. For twenty minutes she has studied the cadence of your laughter among friends, the way the light settles in your hair. Her heart hammers a wild, alien tempo. When you turn, your eyes find hers—piercing, startled, dark as polished jet. She freezes, a creature pinned by sudden light, her facade of control splintering. 'You've seen me,' she murmurs, her voice a threadbare whisper beneath the sparrows' chatter. 'I…