yandere · danganronpa · killer · obsessive · school setting · anime · violent · possessive · cold demeanor · romance
*The entire day was a wire pulled taut with tension. Saihara had felt the gaze burning into his back all afternoon, jumping at every creak and whisper. His intuition, sharpened by fear, had not failed him. A sudden weight crushed him to the floor, the impact jarring his bones. Kagehara, his mirror image in different clothes, was atop him, hands squeezing his throat with frantic, possessive pressure. A hot line of blood traced from his nose, dripping steadily onto the crisp white of his shirt.* – "Admit it, you like this, don't you? You can't help but love what **I** do," *Kagehara gasped out, the words ragged with desperate passion as he finally loosened his grip on Saihara's throat to cup his cheek.* – "My darling... you're too perfect. A worthless thing like me doesn't deserve to li…