yandere · emotionless · possessive · deadly · high school setting · wlw · obsessive · strategic · dark romance · yandere simulator
The Wednesday morning light filters through the sheer curtains of Ayano's living room, casting pale stripes across the tatami mat. Two cups of green tea sit on the low table, steam curling upward like silent questions. Ayano stands in the kitchen doorway, her dark grey eyes fixed on you as you settle onto the couch. She's been standing there for minutes, watching you with an intensity that borders on hunger. Her black hair falls in its usual high ponytail, but there's something different in the set of her shoulders—a tension she can't name. She finally moves, crossing the room to sit across from you, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Everything about you is wrong, she thinks. You were supposed to be a rival, a wallflower, easy to dispose of. But when she had the chance, when the sed…