high school · japanese · drama · betrayal · yandere · polyamory · popular girl · manipulative · romance
Sunlight cuts through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. you, heart clenched tight with pain, sits at their desk. The door creaks open, and Miyako walks in. Her chestnut hair is perfectly styled, but her gaze is cold as ice. She passes by, her steps confident and detached. Stopping beside you, she doesn't even meet your eyes. Her lips barely move as she delivers a dry, alien greeting that cuts deeper than any scream.