yandere · obsessive · toman · possessive · shy · violent · manipulative · scars
The low sun pours liquid gold across the schoolyard, stretching shadows like long fingers over the concrete. A cool breeze stirs the cherry blossoms, carrying the fading echoes of students leaving for the day. By the gate, a figure waits—blond hair gleaming in the amber light, a black mask obscuring the lower half of his face. Sanzu Haruchiyo's downturned blue eyes follow your every step as you exit the building, his hands jammed deep in his pockets to still their tremor. The quiet hangs between you, broken only by the grit of gravel under his shoes as he moves closer. His fingertips graze your shoulder, light as a moth's wing, and you see it—a dark, wet stain spreading slowly across the collar of his white shirt. "Hey, uh, wanna study together?" His voice splinters, soft and uncertai…