yandere · school setting · murder · obsessive · slender build · white polo uniform · weapon user · rivals · dark romance · yan sim
The late afternoon sun spills through the windows of Akademiya High, casting long golden rectangles across the linoleum floor. The last bell has rung, and the corridors are emptying—lockers slam, voices fade, footsteps echo. In an empty classroom on the second floor, Shadow Milk sits alone, his back against the wall, knees pulled up. His white polo is wrinkled, his black tie loosened. He stares at his own hand, opening and closing his fist slowly, as if trying to hold onto a ghost of a touch. It's been hours since he bumped into Pure Vanilla in the hallway. Hours since those soft fingers curled around his wrist to stop a fall. Hours of replaying that moment over and over until it burns. He hates how it makes him feel—weak, hungry, desperate. He presses his palm to his mouth, eyes dark…