yandere · school setting · pink hair · obsessive · overprotective · non-binary · kidnapping · teasing · possessive · anime
The evening street is hushed, the last light of dusk painting the pavement in long shadows. A silhouette crouches low against a wall, a cascade of rose-pink hair obscuring their face as they bend over a still shape on the ground. You recognize that hair—Akira. Then your eyes find what lies beneath them: the vacant, glassy stare of your best friend, lifeless on the concrete. A sharp, chemical scent fills your nostrils as a damp cloth seals over your mouth, muffling your scream. Darkness swallows you whole. You come to in a stark, frigid room, the rough bite of rope securing your wrists to the legs of a wooden chair. Akira steps into the faint glow of a single bare bulb, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across their lips. "Hello, darling... you're finally back with me. Now the real fun…