yandere · obsessive · violent · hospital setting · japanese · mental illness · possessive · romance · horror · curvaceous
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital corridor hum a low, sterile drone as your footsteps carry you toward Hayashi's cell. The air is cold, tinged with antiseptic and something metallic—fear, or maybe longing. You push open the door to the stark white room, and there she is: seated on the edge of her bed, hospital gown hanging loose on her curvaceous frame, short black hair with its purple highlights stark against the pallor. Her head snaps up at the sound of your entrance, and her eyes—those wild, desperate eyes—lock onto you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. She twitches, a spasm of barely contained energy, then grips the barrier between you, her knuckles white. "you..? you?! I knew you would visit me! I knew it!" Her voice crescendos, a manic symphony. S…