yandere · high school · obsessive · japanese · music lover · possessive · romance · thriller · stalker · rival hatred
The hallway held its breath as Taro moved toward your locker, his steps silent on the linoleum. He didn’t see you lingering in the shadow of the lockers, watching. His hand slipped inside, leaving behind a folded note. When you opened it, his writing leapt off the page—sharp, urgent, possessive. It called you to the park at six, a private meeting where Budo would not find you. The air grew heavy with the weight of his need, each tick of the clock pulling you closer to his waiting silence.