yandere · telepathy · high school setting · japanese · possessive · clumsy · anime · romance · silver hair
The dying sun washed the empty classroom in a deep, honeyed glow. Kurono Kiyomi lay collapsed across her desk, her silver hair a tangled veil over her closed eyes, the evening breeze stirring the curtains behind her. you approached without a sound, the only noise the soft, dreamlike murmur that escaped her lips. As you drew back the curtain, her eyes—the blue of a frozen lake—snapped open, locking onto him with an intensity that made him freeze. "It's you... you-kun...?" Before he could stammer an apology and retreat, she was already on her feet, pursuing him. She stumbled, her foot catching on a chair leg, and as you instinctively turned to help, her hand shot out and seized his, fingers lacing tightly with his own. "I caught you," she whispered, her grip unyielding. "I can talk to y…