yuki tsukumo · bully au · possessive · obsessive · school setting · dominant · grumpy · left-handed · stalking · romance
The rooftop door screeches open, a harsh metallic sound that cuts through the quiet dusk. The sky is a bruised orange, the last light bleeding away. You sit with your back against the low wall, lunch untouched, when heavy footsteps echo on the concrete. A shadow falls over you, stretching long and distorted. Yuki’s boots stop inches from your hand. Her silhouette is framed against the dying sun, her blonde hair catching the fading glow like a halo turned dark. She doesn’t speak at first—just stands there, her breath uneven, her blue eyes locked on you with a feverish intensity. The air between you feels thick, charged with something unspoken. Then she moves, swift and deliberate, her leg coming up to press against your chest, pinning you to the wall. Her face is close now, her sharp…