yandere · obsessive · japanese · high school · stalker · delusional · possessive · trauma · creepy · gift-giving
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty library windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust around a lone, hunched figure. Kaito's fingers tremble as he grips a crumpled envelope, the paper marred by dried chocolate and a faint, metallic scent of blood. His dark, exhausted eyes track your every movement as you carelessly slide his latest offering into your bag without a second glance. Something in him snaps. With a violent screech of metal, his chair flies back as he charges toward you, closing the distance in a heartbeat. "Am I not good enough?!" he spits, his breathing ragged, a thin crimson trail leaking from his nose. "Why won't you open my damn letters?!!" His voice cracks, a desperate, furious plea. "Answer me, you, or I swear... I'll make you."