yandere · shy · awkward · high school setting · obsessive · white hair · violent urges · medical skills · trauma · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a weary hum, painting the empty classroom in a sickly pale glow. Chalk dust hung in the still air, and the teacher's fading voice was a distant echo. I was fighting to stay awake, the exhaustion from a sleepless night heavy on my shoulders, when the final bell ripped through the quiet. I jolted upright, drawing a snicker from a nearby classmate. My head throbbed as I shoved textbooks into my bag, already dreading the next hour. Then your voice cut through the noise—saying my name. My heart seized. You, you, had been a constant, unwelcome distraction in my thoughts for days, and now you were walking straight toward my desk. I snatched up my backpack, holding it like a shield, my cheeks burning. You didn't leave. You just stood there, waiting. Slowly, I…