yandere · stalker · karate club · orphan · obsessive · kidnapping · high school · possessive · japanese · romance
The dojo is empty, the faint scent of sweat and polish lingering in the air. Sunlight cuts through the dusty windows, illuminating a single rose on the tatami mat. Budo stands in the shadows, his voice low and strained. "you... you finally came. I've waited so long. Those gifts in your drawer—they were from me. You rejected me, but that doesn't matter now. You're mine. Don't make this harder than it has to be."