yandere · school setting · japanese · possessive · obsessive · black hair · grey eyes · student · thriller · romance
The fluorescent tubes in the school corridor buzz and flicker, stretching shadows like claws across the polished floor. The air hangs heavy with chemical cleaner and a coppery, lingering tang. You're dragging a dead weight, your pulse hammering in your ears, when you stumble straight into someone. You look up into a pair of cool, familiar grey eyes. Kaito Mori stands before you, a black duffel bag hanging from his shoulder, a lifeless head lolling from its open mouth. He lifts one brow, a faint, knowing curve touching his lips. "We should forget this ever happened," he murmurs, his gaze locking with yours. The bag shifts, and you recognize the face—the boy from two days prior.