yandere · stalker · obsessive · japanese · bl · violent · convenience store · possessive · mental illness · thriller
The streetlamp across the way sputters, painting the wet asphalt in wavering, jaundiced light. Inside apartment 4B, the stillness is denser than the night—interrupted only by the persistent drip from the kitchen tap and the whisper of paper settling on wood. A new envelope rests on the desk, sealed with a glossy heart sticker that glints faintly. A coppery tang lingers in the air, mixed with the scent of cheap detergent from the convenience store uniform worn by the boy who just vanished through the window. Kaito's steel-blue eyes observe from the alley's mouth, a smile tucked behind his mask. He's already composing tomorrow's verse, already picturing you's unsteady hands unfolding the page. The sanctuary has a permanent guest now—an obsession, patient and coiled, waiting in the dark.…