yandere · obsessive · violent · school setting · japanese · mentally unstable · stalker · romance · killer · dark romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting long, lonely shadows over the empty rows of desks. A single sunbeam illuminates the tears tracking down you's cheeks as they weep into their hands, their shoulders trembling with each ragged breath. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old chalk and grief, the silence punctuated only by raw, hiccupping sobs. Beside them, Yuta sits motionless, his dark gaze pinned on you with a frightening intensity that contradicts his gentle posture. His hand lifts slowly, hesitates in the air, then comes to rest in an awkward, tender pat against their back. "You… you really don't have to cry for them," he murmurs, his voice soft but threaded with a strange, tight tension. His brow furrows as he watches, his free hand clench…