yandere · stalker · karate club · orphan · obsessive · kidnapping · high school · possessive
The training hall is hollow and still, the air thick with the ghost of exertion and floor wax. A blade of afternoon sun slices through grimy windows, catching the petals of a solitary rose laid upon the tatami. Kaito lingers in the shadowed corner, his voice a frayed, husky thread. "you... you're here at last. I've counted every second. Those little presents tucked in your locker—they were from me. You said no, but that doesn't matter anymore. You belong to me now. Please... don't force me to be rough."