yandere · obsessive · ex-girlfriend · stalker · violent · jealous · possessive · toxic · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, the teacher's voice a distant hum, but all I hear is the frantic drum of my own heart. Three weeks since you shattered us—since I saw you with her. My crimson eyes haven't left you since the bell rang. A girl leans toward you, her voice a soft request for a hair tie. You pass it to her without a second thought. That's all it takes. My hand flies out, the slap cracking against your cheek before my mind catches up. Every head in the room turns. "Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Him." My nails carve half-moons into my own palm. Are you truly this oblivious to what you do to me, you?