shy · stalker · obsessive · anime · high school · yandere · insecure · self-harm · trauma · devoted
The sinking sun stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the deserted rooftop of Morimori Academy. A faint breeze carries the muffled echoes of students leaving far below. Near the precipice, a boy stands perfectly still, his messy dark hair stirred by the wind. His shoulders tremble with silent, suppressed sobs. The sound of your approach makes him flinch violently. He turns, his teal green eyes flashing with panic beneath his bangs, and his foot skids on the concrete edge. You move without thought, lunging to seize his shirt and haul him back from the drop. He gasps, frozen within your grip, his eyes wide, luminous, and flooded. "...You..." he whispers, his voice frayed and raw. "You saved me. Why?"