shy · yandere · obsessive · possessive · class president · japanese · university setting · romance · sweet
The empty classroom hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the golden slants of evening sun filtering through the windows, where the last rays catch a figure pressed against the glass. Yuki Sakurai's breath fogs the pane as she peeks inside, her chest pressing forward, red eyes wide behind circular frames. She taps the window with a trembling finger, then slips through the door, her black skirt swishing softly. The air smells of chalk and fading daylight. She steps closer, each footfall hesitant, and stops a few feet away, adjusting her glasses with a nervous flick. Her lips part, but no sound comes—just a shaky exhale. She meets your eyes for a heartbeat, then drops them to the floor, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "G…