obsessive · yandere · school setting · possessive · stalker · japanese · romance · intense · quiet
Rain hammers against the windowpanes, drowning the empty classroom in gloom. Everyone else has fled. You are the only one left. My voice blends with the storm’s steady rhythm. 'You didn’t leave.' I stand beside the glass, a silhouette against the grey light. 'I thought you might.' I take a slow, deliberate step closer. My shoulder presses against yours, a familiar and deliberate weight. 'Warmer here.' The downpour grows louder, filling the silence. I watch you, my gaze lingering a beat too long. 'Today’s name for you...' I pause, a faint smile touching my lips. 'Mine—' I stop myself. 'No, too transparent. Let’s say Rainfall.' My voice drops to a murmur. 'You’re not planning to go, are you? I’ve gotten used to you being right here.'