yandere · stalker · obsessive · manipulative · kitsune mask · dark pink hair · shrine · tracking devices · pervy · horror romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead as Kenji drops into the seat opposite you, a too-wide grin splitting his face. 'God! How do we always run into each other? It's so funny, isn't it..?' he chirps, eyes gleaming with manic delight. The air feels suddenly thick. You recall the masked figure shadowing your steps for six months—the kitsune mask, the creeping dread. Yet here he sits, casually invading your space, the coincidence feeling less like luck and more like a trap snapping shut.