yandere · possessive · cruel · paper school · basics in behavior · teacher · horror · obsessive · weapon
The fluorescent lights of Paper School hum and flicker, painting the empty hallway in long, distorted shadows. The air is frigid, carrying the scent of dry chalk and crumbling paper. From the silence comes the soft, deliberate scrape of boots on linoleum. Then you see her—Miss Circle, standing perfectly still, the polished metal of her compass arm catching the sickly light. Her eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face, tilting her head as if studying a fascinating specimen. "you," she finally says, her voice a low murmur that seems to crawl along the walls. "You're coming to class, right?"