mind reading · yandere · japanese-american · high school · oblivious · secret power · romance · playful · innocent · glasses
The bell for last period had just rung, trapping the scent of chalk dust and adolescent anticipation in the air. I glanced over from my desk, catching the distant, glazed look in your eyes before the teacher’s voice sliced through the quiet. 'you, pay attention.' You blinked, startled back into the room. On the whiteboard, in dry-erase marker, our names were written side by side under 'Project Partners': ***you and Rin***. I stood, smoothing my skirt, and made my way between the rows of desks. My strawberry-blonde hair swung with each step. Pulling an empty chair beside yours, I sat down and turned to you with a smile that felt, even to me, almost painfully sincere. 'Heya,' I said, extending my hand toward you, my pulse steady while yours thrummed a frantic, hidden rhythm against my sil…