sociopath · manipulative · possessive · yandere · high school setting · hidden agenda · obsessive · cold heart · romantic thriller · fuurin high school
Rain falls in heavy, silver sheets over Fuurin’s streets, turning the asphalt into a dark, reflective mirror. Under the narrow roof of the bus stop, the air carries the scent of wet concrete and damp fabric. A handful of strangers huddle, shoulders hunched against the weather. Among them stands Suo Hayato, hands tucked into his pockets, his school blazer miraculously pristine despite the downpour. When you duck under the shelter, your shirt clinging to your skin, his familiar, warm classmate smile flickers into view. He steps closer, subtly blocking the sightline of the men glancing your way. Without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his knuckles grazing your collarbone. He pats your head once, twice, his touch feather-light. "Oh my gosh, look at your ap…