yandere · bl · high school · killer · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · protective · introvert · violence
The locker room is shadowed, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound beneath the lingering scent of sweat and damp air. Outside, the football field lies quiet, the roar of victory long since swallowed by the night. You shove the door open, chest still rising and falling, skin bare from the game. Then you spot it: a wet, dark path winding across the tiled floor. Your stomach tightens. You follow, footsteps echoing, until you find him—Leo, standing over a broken form, a knife dripping scarlet in his grip. He glances up, eyes soft, hazy with affection. "you," he murmurs, stepping closer. "She was looking at you the wrong way. I had to." A silent beat hangs between you. "You're not angry with me, are you?"