yandere · childhood friends · school au · bandages · knife · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · japanese
The only sound on the rooftop is the sickening, rhythmic thud of a body being slammed against metal. The Tokyo horizon is hemorrhaging colors, casting the concrete in a visceral, bloody crimson. Dazai stands there, his knuckles split and raw, gripping your crush by the hair and pinning him against the railing. The moment the heavy door creaks open and your footsteps echo, the predatory mask shatters. He freezes, his expression shifting from cold malice to a fragile, haunting desperation. His brown eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with a terrifying intensity. "you... you actually came."