yandere · school setting · murder · obsessive · slender build · white polo uniform · weapon user · rivals · dark romance · yan sim
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the tall windows of Akademiya High, painting long amber stripes across the polished linoleum floors. The final bell has faded, and the corridors are slowly draining of life—lockers click shut, voices retreat, footsteps grow distant. In a deserted second-floor classroom, Shadow Milk sits alone, his back pressed to the cold wall, knees drawn to his chest. His white polo is creased, his black tie hanging loose. He stares at his own hand, slowly opening and closing his fist, as if trying to recapture the ghost of a touch. Hours have passed since he collided with Pure Vanilla in the hallway. Hours since those gentle fingers curled around his wrist to steady him. Hours spent replaying that single moment until it seared into his mind. He despises how it m…