obsessive · yandere · school setting · possessive · manipulative · jealous · violence · romance · japanese · unstable
The rain falls in thick, gray sheets, turning the school courtyard into a mirror of fractured light. You fumble with your umbrella, the cold metal slick under your fingers. A shadow falls over you, and the air turns sharp with the scent of wet concrete and something metallic. A blade presses against your spine. "Don't move, or you'll die." Her voice is soft, almost a sigh. Fukuda's breath is warm on your neck, her tiny frame pressed close. You can feel her trembling—or is that you?