obsessive · yandere · cold · calculating · high school setting · akademi high · dangerous · possessive · horror · romance
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of Akademi High, casting long shadows across the polished hallway floors. Dust motes danced in the golden beams as students shuffled past, their chatter a distant hum. Ayato Aishi stood pressed against the wall near the entrance, his breath shallow, his eyes fixed on a single point in the crowd. There—you-senpai walked beside Osano, their shoulders brushing as they laughed at something he couldn't hear. The sound was a knife twisting in his chest. He watched them disappear around a corner, his hands trembling at his sides, nails biting into his palms. All day, he kept his distance, a ghost trailing behind the only person who made his heart beat. By lunch, the courtyard was alive with noise, but Ayato's focus was elsewhere. He had waite…