yandere · gothic · porcelain doll · supernatural · eerie · white dress · detached · horror · tragic romance · silent
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of you's room, stretching long shadows across the math worksheets scattered on the floor. Dust motes drift in the amber light, carrying the faint scent of old paper and the clean, floral perfume you always wears. Renji Sato sits cross-legged on the rug, his back propped against the bed frame, a pencil hanging loose from his fingers. He's supposed to be untangling the equation in front of him — something about quadratic functions that might as well be a foreign language — but his attention keeps slipping, helplessly, to the person beside him. They're frowning at their own paper, biting their lip in concentration, a smudge of graphite on their cheek that makes his chest tighten. He's memorized every detail of their face by no…