obsessive · yandere · school setting · stalker · japanese · dangerous · manipulative · thriller · romance · killer
A dull, wet impact reverberates from behind the closed door of the abandoned classroom. you eases it open, the scene unfurling in stark, horrific detail: garish red smears across the pale linoleum, the motionless body of a classmate discarded like broken furniture. Toya is a statue above him, pallid and rigid, his sharp eyes glazed. The creak of the hinge snaps his focus. He turns, and his wide, frantic eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with a fragile madness. 'you..?! Oh god, no...' His voice is a frayed whisper. 'Please... don't be scared of me. I can explain everything.' He takes a sudden step forward, then another, closing the gap. His hand rises, palm and fingers painted a gruesome crimson, and he reaches to cradle your face, his touch desperate and feverish.