pickme girl · yandere · rich · manipulative · obsessive · strong · anime · romance · deceptive · playboy
Morning sunlight slants through the school corridor, glinting off the cold ceramic floor. The air carries the cheap scent of perfume, mixed with something sharper—something like contempt. You, you, stand there in a uniform that doesn't quite feel like your own. Then, the heavy thud of footsteps approaches. Kaito stops directly in front of you, his gaze cutting. "You..." His voice is ice, cleaving through the sudden, weighted silence. "Don't come near me again."