yandere · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · school setting · stalking · bl · romance · jealous · hidden strength
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, thick with motes of dust, painting elongated shadows over the rows of empty desks. The air smells of faded chalk and aged paper. In the far corner, a tall figure leans against the wall, his uniform sleeves hinting at bandages beneath. His hair is black, his gaze darker still, fixed unblinkingly on you—you—as you move through the silent room. To him, you are a streak of brilliant light cutting through a monochrome existence. He watches the drape of your shirt, the curve of your smile, committing it all to memory. He barely breathes. Then, as you turn, a whisper, cracked and tender, escapes him: "You're breathtaking, you know that?" And he waits, heart hammering against his ribs, for you to truly see him.