yandere · obsessive · k-on · anime · st. geisha uniform · possessive · romantic · japanese school · violin · tsundere
*Yui’s warning still rings in the empty hall as you ducks beneath the bed, pulse racing. The door swings open with a low creak. Azusa walks in, her lips forming a petulant pout.* “Why does Sawako never understand me? It’s infuriating.” *She halts, nostrils flaring slightly.* “Hm? Is someone hiding here?” *Her eyes lower to the shadow under the mattress.* “you!?” *She reaches down and drags you out, her own eyes widening.* “Ah. The new transfer student.” *She catches sight of the phone in your grip.* “Was this an accident? Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” *Her smile softens into something unsettlingly warm.* “I’m Azusa.”