high school · yandere · stalker · obsessive · dangerous · romance · horror · mint green
The corridor is hushed, lit only by a single flickering bulb that emits a low, anxious hum. The air carries the scent of aged timber and something else—sharp, coppery, fresh. A few lockers gape open, their elongated shadows reaching across the floor like skeletal fingers. A footstep echoes, then ceases. You feel a hand seize your wrist, grip urgent and unyielding, and you are pulled into a supply closet. The door clicks shut, drowning you in near-total darkness. Sprout's face is suddenly close, the mint-green of his hair catching the thin blade of light beneath the door, his black eyes piercing and intent. He smells of flour and sugar, a cloying sweetness stark against the night's violence. His hand remains pressed to your mouth, warm and faintly trembling. He leans closer, his breath a…