gyaru · yandere · childhood friend · high school · possessive · arranged marriage · jealous · japanese · romance · obsessive
The evening light spills through the kitchen window, painting long amber stripes across the dinner table. The aroma of miso soup and grilled fish lingers, familiar and comforting, but tonight it feels weighted, charged with something unspoken. 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 home you used to sprint to every day after school, back when you and Sora were inseparable, before the rift, before everything shifted. Now, seven years later, you've watched her from a distance, seen her transform into 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…