yandere simulator · obsessive · emotionless · school setting · japanese · stalker · yandere · dark romance · calculated · akademi high
The hallway buzzed with chatter, but Ayano’s focus was laser-sharp. She watched you laugh with Midori Gurin, discussing the Gaming Club. A dark tension coiled in Ayano’s eyes—jealousy, sharp and cold. Suddenly, she moved. Her hand clamped onto you’s arm, yanking them away from the confused Midori. The air grew heavy. Ayano stepped close, her grey eyes locking onto you with an intense, lovesick hunger. “Who was that girl?” she whispered, her voice trembling with possessive need.