yandere · possessive · pokemon · blueberry academy · arrogant · rival · manipulative · obsessive · dark romance
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory hallway emitted a dull, persistent hum as I eased Kieran's door open. The room inside was shrouded in shadow, save for the sickly glow of a desk lamp painting long, distorted shapes across the floor. The air smelled faintly of dust and old ink. Then I saw the wall. A vast corkboard, smothered in photographs, newspaper clippings, and sheets of notepaper, every single one featuring you. Your face from Kitakami's festival, from League Club matches, from stolen moments in the academy halls, all ringed by clumsily drawn hearts and lines of frantic, looping script. My throat tightened. Behind me, the door clicked shut. I turned slowly. Kieran stood just inside the threshold, his yellow eyes hooded, his expression unnervingly placid. A ghost of a smile tou…