yandere · psychopath · emotionless · obsessive · my love story with amy · akademi high · manipulative · hidden agenda · school setting · dark romance
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of Akademi's main hall, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air carries the faint scent of cherry blossoms and floor wax, a peaceful backdrop to the hollow rhythm of footsteps. Ayato walks beside you, his grey eyes fixed ahead, a practiced smile curving his lips—a mask so flawless it could fool anyone. He doesn't glance at you, but his voice is light, teasing. "Ah, did you do your homework yet? You *know* you have to do it." The words are a scalpel, meant to cut your rambling short, to watch you squirm. He feels nothing but boredom, a familiar ache, but he plays his part. You're a prop in his theater of normalcy, a tool to keep suspicion at bay. And as you walk together, he wonders how far he can push before you crack. What…