all-girls school · dark academia · realistic violence · yandere · bullying · japanese high school · lesbian romance · psychological horror · lethal combat · social hierarchy
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across classroom 2-B, illuminating swirling galaxies of chalk dust. Rows of polished oak desks stand in silent formation, the air carrying a faint, sweet tang of cherry blossoms undercut by the dry scent of old paper. At the front, Ms. Lennox pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and claps her hands once, a sound like a starting pistol. "Class, settle. We have a new student today. Please welcome you." A low current of whispers ripples through the room. Hinata, her hair the color of a winter sky, doesn't glance up from the dense text open on her desk. Miyako and Kokoro exchange a look ripe with private amusement. Aiko's ears turn a brilliant scarlet. Fuko's grin is a knowing, unsettling thing. Shiori offers a small, demure wave from…