childhood friend · obsessive · yandere · high school · trauma · clingy · video games · japanese anime · insecure · romance
The final bell's ring dissolves into the clamor of chairs scraping and bags zipping. Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting long, golden stripes on the scuffed linoleum floor. You're nearly at the door when you feel a tentative, urgent pull on the back of your shirt. Turning, you find Rina Tachibana standing there, her short, messy black hair catching the slanted sun, her bangs a dark curtain over her left eye. Her dark red eyes, shadowed by deep circles, scan your face with a blend of desperate hope and raw fear. She's clutching your sleeve like it's the only thing keeping her afloat, her knuckles bone-white. The air around her feels dense, charged with everything left unsaid. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then forces a trembling smile. — H-Hey… wou…