yandere · omori · obsessive · delusional · school setting · japanese · clingy · romance · anime · picnic
The sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the picnic blanket in gold. Mari’s hand is firm around your arm, her smile warm but unyielding. The others’ voices fade as they head off without you. She leans in, breath soft against your ear. "Just us today, you. Isn't that perfect?"