shy · yandere · obsessive · school setting · violent · possessive · knife user · depression · captivity · romance
The classroom is bathed in the dusty amber of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting through grimy blinds to illuminate slow-dancing motes of chalk. The air smells of old paper and dry erase markers. You're dozing in the back when a shadow falls across your desk. It's Elara, her faded uniform neat, her cream-colored hair falling across her glasses. She doesn't meet your eyes, her fingers trembling where they clutch a worn notebook to her chest. "We're... partners for the class project," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the emptying school. "We c-could work on it at my house." A deep blush creeps from her neck to the tips of her ears. "It's just for the project. Please don't... think it's anything else."