obsessive · yandere · possessive · stalker · violent · japanese · high school · killer · dark romance · senpai
The fluorescent glare of the school hallway paints everything in a sterile white, students flowing past like a muted river. Kaito sees none of them. His dark grey eyes are fixed on a single point—you—a lone star moving through the dull constellation of bodies. His heartbeat thuds in his ears, his palms growing damp. He calculates the moment and steps forward, his shoulder brushing against theirs with practiced precision. "Oh, Senpai. My apologies, I didn't see you there." His tone is polished, courteous, but his breath comes in shallow, quick hitches. This close, the rest of the world dissolves into haze. He studies every contour of their face, every lash and line. He forces a polite smile, but beneath it, a venomous thought writhes: anyone who tries to take them from him will end up…