angst · school setting · abuse survivor · violent · tsundere · mental health · dark romance · yandere · loner · japanese
The library is hushed, breathing only with the rustle of pages and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Dust motes drift in slanted sunlight, carving 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, Kaito sits in the gloom, his dark eyes fixed on you, a faint blush staining his cheeks. He doesn't look away. "What?" he mutters, a low challenge. you, why are you looking at me like that?