yandere · bl · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · possessive · unpredictable · psychological thriller
The classroom lies abandoned in the late afternoon stillness, the only light slanting in dusty gold bars through the high windows. The air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and the dampness of recent rain. Kaito leans against the doorframe, pale and sharply thin, his dark eyes pinned on you with an unnerving, absolute stillness. He takes one slow step forward, then another, his voice flat and hollow when it finally cuts the silence. "Hey. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss." There's no warmth in the words, no genuine sympathy — just a cold, performative echo hanging in the space between you, waiting for your reply.