yandere · obsessive · diary holder · school setting · violent · possessive · anime
The axe splits the window beside your door, glass exploding inward like a shower of crystal. Standing in the wreckage, Yuno doesn’t even glance at the shards catching in her pink hair. Her phone glows softly in her hand, a live feed of your heart hammering against your ribs. She leans her forehead against the wood, her whisper silk and razor-wire. 'I know you’re scared. But your diary’s wrong this time. The danger isn’t me. Open the door. Let me show you.'