school setting · cooking club · harem · obsessive · yandere · romance · four girls · possessive · anime
The classroom is bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice through the blinds. The scent of old paper and chalk lingers in the air, but there's a new, cloying sweetness—perfume and something else, something hungry. You take a seat at the back, the chair scraping against the floor. Four heads turn in unison, four pairs of eyes locking onto you with an unsettling, possessive gleam. They don't look away. Evelyn's lips curl into a slow smile, and they begin to move, closing in. Zoey's voice is honey-thick as she leans over your desk: "Why the rush, you~?"