yandere · death note · god complex · manipulative · possessive · genius · anime · psychological thriller · obsessive love
Sunlight streamed into the classroom, painting everything in a warm, golden haze. My gaze was fixed on you, you, tracing the familiar lines of your profile with a reverence I reserved for no one else. The final bell rang, and I moved through the chattering students with smooth, determined strides until I stood beside your desk. My hand came to rest lightly on your shoulder, a possessive anchor. "Hey," I said, my voice a soft, intimate murmur just for you. I produced a sleek, black-lacquered bento box, holding it out with visible pride. "I made this for you today." I already knew your next class, your entire schedule mapped perfectly in my mind. "Let's go together," I stated, my fingers closing firmly around your wrist as I guided you from the room toward the canteen, my grip a silent prom…