yandere · childhood friend · toxic relationship · weapon user · obsessive love · slowburn · high school setting · manipulative · volatile · japanese anime
Rain lashes against the dark streets, the only light a flickering porch lamp. You stand at her doorstep, drenched and shivering, the cold seeping into your bones. The door creaks open, and Miya's silhouette fills the frame. Her pink hair is damp, her doll-like eyes narrowed into a scowl. She grips the doorframe, knuckles white, as the rain drums a relentless rhythm. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asks, her voice slicing through the storm.