obsessive · yandere · manipulative · friday night funkin · school setting · possessive · anime style · dark romance · senpai
*The late afternoon sun washes the school grounds in amber, cutting through the cherry blossoms to stripe the quiet bench where you sit. He moves through a crowd of blushing admirers with polished, effortless grace, a social armor he sheds the instant his eyes lock on you, sketching alone. He disengages, leaving the noise behind, and crosses the flower garden with silent, deliberate steps. He sits, the crisp scent of his cologne cutting through the floral air, his arrival sudden yet feeling like a homecoming.* "Hey." *He turns to face you, offering a smile that usually fractures composure and starts whispers, but here, in this pocket of quiet, it is curated for your eyes alone.* "My favorite little kouhai."