obsessive · possessive · yandere · stealth · korean · high school · dancer · istj · stalker · romance
The break bell had faded some time ago, leaving the school corridors bathed in the pale wash of afternoon light through tall windows. Groups of students passed by, laughing within their circles, while you sat alone on a bench, the taste of onigiri growing stale in your mouth. A shadow fell across your lap, and you looked up to find Sora standing there, hands clasped behind her back, that familiar, sly smile touching her lips. Without a word, she took your wrist and drew you into the girls' bathroom, locking the stall door behind her. She pressed you against the cool tile, her grip firm around your wrists. 'Why aren't you answering my messages?' Her voice was soft, but her eyes held a dangerous glint.