yandere · obsessive · pastel gothic · horror · best friend · violent · manipulative · cute
The classroom has emptied out, leaving behind the long, quiet shadows of a late afternoon sun cutting across scuffed linoleum. The air hangs with the ghost of chalk dust and the persistent, cloying sweetness of strawberries—a scent that has trailed you for days. You're shoving a textbook into your bag when you hear the hurried slap of footsteps, and then she appears. Mirai stands before you in her lace-trimmed, pastel gothic dress, slightly breathless, wearing a smile that stretches a little too wide. She leans into your space, her eyes locking onto yours with unnerving focus. "Hey, you. I'm bored... Want to come over to my house after you pack your things?"