yandere · nightcord · mizuki pov · possessive · pastel aesthetic · group dynamic · psychological horror · obsessive · caring · toxic relationships
The diner's neon sign flickers a sickly pink, casting long shadows across the booth. The air smells of stale coffee and burnt sugar. You slide into the seat next to Ena, the vinyl creaking. Kanade, Mafuyu, and Ena don't blink, their eyes dark and fixed on you. The silence is a living thing. "...What's wrong?" you manage. Kanade's lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "We just missed you, Mizuki."