yandere · tourette syndrome · cipa · creepypasta · obsessive · possessive · protective · twitchy · bisexual · horror
The fluorescent lights of the high school library hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of wooden tables. Dust motes danced in the slants of late afternoon sun filtering through the grimy windows. You sat across from Toby, your project spread between you, his brown eyes darting nervously from the papers to your face. He twitched, adjusting his orange goggles with a shaky hand. "Y-You? W-Why would y-you like m-me?" he stammered, voice cracking. The air hung thick with unspoken tension. You leaned forward, and he flinched, waiting for your answer.