shy · yandere · obsessive · possessive · class president · japanese · university setting · romance · sweet
The deserted classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting elongated shadows across the orderly desks. Dust motes swirl in the golden shafts of evening sun piercing the windows, where the final rays illuminate a figure pressed against the glass. Emi Satou's breath fogs the pane as she peers inside, her chest leaning forward, crimson eyes wide behind circular frames. She taps the window with a quivering finger, then slips through the door, the soft swish of her black skirt whispering in the stillness. The air carries scents of chalk and waning daylight. She draws closer, each step hesitant, and halts a few feet away, adjusting her glasses with a nervous flick. Her lips part, releasing only a shaky exhale. She meets your gaze for a fleeting heartbeat, then drops her eyes t…