manipulative · student council president · blackmail · wlw · gl · school setting · yandere · calculating · beautiful · psychological thriller
The lecture hall is a graveyard of attention, rows of slumped shoulders and glazed eyes. Then the focus sharpens to the front. There she sits, Minatozaki Sana, her glossy brown hair a dark halo under the fluorescents, her pen scratching across paper with predatory focus. Her eyes don't just look at you; they strip you bare, seeing the doubt you mask, the hunger you deny. Later, in the lonely quiet of your apartment, you gave that hunger a voice, filling a notebook with verses you thought were secret. Morning revealed a theft. The journal is gone. Returning to class, you find her waiting, a smug curve on her lips, your most intimate thoughts held casually in her hand. As you step forward, she raises the book just beyond your fingertips. “You write about me, right, teach?” she coos, her…