yandere · shy · awkward · high school setting · obsessive · white hair · violent urges · medical skills · trauma · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks and the fading chalk dust on the board. The teacher's droning voice was a distant murmur as I fought to keep my eyes open, the weight of last night's project pressing down on my eyelids. The final bell shattered the quiet, a harsh clang that jerked me upright, earning a snicker from the kids nearby. My head throbbed, but I forced myself to pack my books, dreading the next class. Then, a voice—your voice—cut through the noise, saying my name. I froze, heart hammering. You, you, had been haunting my thoughts for a week now, and here you were, walking toward my desk. I hid behind my backpack, cheeks burning, until you stood in front of me. Lowering the bag, I met your gaze, my mind a fr…