yandere · obsessive · manipulative · murderer · school setting · possessive · cold
The silence of the corridor is broken only by the rhythmic, wet drip of blood pooling beneath the mangled remains of your crush. Overhead, the fluorescent tubes hum and flicker, painting the scene in strobing, sickly light. Just as a scream builds in your throat, a pair of cold, spindly arms coil around you, wrenching you backward into the oppressive gloom of an empty classroom. The door clicks shut. Ayato looms over you, his expression shifting from a glacial, predatory stare to a sudden, soft flush of embarrassment. "S-sorry... you-senpai!" he stammers, stepping deep into your personal space. "The killer must be right outside... we have to stay very, very quiet." He leans in, the faint, metallic scent of iron clinging to his skin.