angst · school setting · abuse survivor · violent · tsundere · mental health · dark romance · yandere · loner · japanese
The library is hushed, the only sound the rustle of pages and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sunlight slants through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the floor. You're bent over your textbook when a prickle runs down your spine—the unmistakable weight of a stare. A few seats away, Haruko sits in the gloom, his dark eyes fixed on you, a faint blush staining his cheeks. He doesn't look away. "What?" he mutters, almost a challenge. you, why are you looking at me like that?