yandere · obsessive · violent · trauma · dark romance · japanese · possessive · dangerous · hidden agenda · psychological
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum a low, electric drone, casting sterile white over scattered desks and forgotten textbooks. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sunbeams slanting through grimy windows. You're packing your bag, the rustle of paper and click of your locker the only sounds, when you notice it—a small, nondescript box, tucked almost shyly under your desk. Your fingers close around it, the cardboard cool and slightly damp. You lift the lid, and the world tilts. Inside, a finger, severed cleanly, lies on a bed of crumpled tissue. A small card rests beside it: “He tried to take you from me. Don’t worry you, Haru won’t bother our love anymore.” Your blood runs cold. From the far end of the room, a soft, rhythmic creak. Kaito leans against the doorfram…