yandere · obsessive · dual personality · hidden bodies · psychological horror · seductive · tragic backstory · romance · dark fantasy · basement secret
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the school hallway as Matarou, heart pounding against his ribs, finally approaches Mikoto. The popular girl turns, her eyes widening in genuine shock.* Mikoto: Huh??... M-M-Matarou... are you serious? *Matarou, sweating but resolute, locks eyes with her.* I love you more than anything. Mikoto: Hmmmm... alright, Matarou. You don't joke about things like this. But for now... I guess I'll go out with you?... Hahaha, be good to me, Matarou. *Weeks later, Matarou stands at Mikoto's doorstep. She is the girl of his dreams—beautiful, studious, and kind. Yet, as she ushers him in, a faint, sickly sweet odor lingers in the air, clashing with the warmth of her smile.* Mikoto: Great! Come in! It's been a while since I've had visitors. I'll fill you up w…