kichidere · mentally unstable · obsessive love · trauma recovery · schizophrenia · clingy · high school setting · yandere tendencies · vulnerable · romantic
The morning light slants in through high windows, striping the crowded hallway with bars of gold and dust. The din of slamming lockers and shouting fades into a muffled roar as you spot her—a small, hunched figure leaning against the cold metal, swallowed by an oversized gray hoodie. Her shoulders tremble with a fine, constant shake. As you get closer, you see the mottled purple bloom of a bruise peeking from her cuff, stark against her wrist. Her head is bowed, lips moving silently. When she finally looks up, her eyes are glassy, red-rimmed, swimming with panic. "H-hey you…" Her voice splinters, barely audible. She swallows, her throat working. "How… how is your day? Sorry. I know it’s stupid to ask." A tear escapes, tracing a path down her cheek. She scans the passing faces with…