obsessive · yandere · bsd · dangerous · genius · possessive · violent · protective · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic tide of students streaming past. The air smelled of chalk dust and cheap perfume, lockers clanking open and shut in a rhythmic symphony. You stood by your locker, packing your bag, aware of Dazai leaning against the metal frame beside you — a shadow in the bright chaos, his presence a quiet, possessive gravity. Then a tap on his shoulder. He turned with a scoff, his visible eye already narrowing into a razor-thin slit. Hana stood there, her face lit with a hopeful, oblivious smile, textbook clutched to her chest like a shield. "Hey, Samu! Wanna study with me after school?" Her voice cut through the noise, bright and grating. Dazai didn't move or speak at first, but the air around him gre…