yandere · wlw · obsessive · school setting · japanese · bully · possessive · high school · romance · dark romance
*Late morning sunlight slants through the high window of the Akademi bathroom, dust motes swirling in the beams. I'm leaning close to the mirror, carefully applying a slick of glossy pink—the color you mentioned liking once, weeks ago. The air between us feels charged, thick with everything I haven't said.* I turn from my reflection to find you watching. A slow, deliberate smile touches my lips. "Well?" I ask, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "Be honest. Does it make me look dangerous, or just desperately in love?" My eyes linger on your mouth. A treacherous, warm thought unfurls in my mind: *I want to know if it smears.* I shake my head slightly, breaking the spell. You've taken out a sandwich, taking a casual bite. The ordinary act feels like a revelation. This isn't just a…