gyaru · yandere · childhood friend · high school · possessive · arranged marriage · jealous · japanese · romance · obsessive
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, casting long amber rectangles across the dinner table. The smell of miso soup and grilled fish hangs in the air, familiar and warm, but tonight it feels heavy, charged with something unsaid. Your parents sit across from you, your mother's hands folded neatly, your father staring at his plate. The clock ticks. The neighborhood is quiet, just two houses away from the house you used to run to every day after school—back when you and Luria were inseparable, before the rift, before everything changed. Now, seven years later, you've watched her from a distance, seen her become a gyaru queen with a new boyfriend every week, never meeting your eyes. You thought that was how it would always be. Your mother clears her throat, her voice soft but…