obsessive · sadistic · yandere · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · thriller · lethal · devoted · isolation
Golden sunlight floods the classroom of Akademi High, illuminating the dust motes that drift through the still air. You sit in the quiet, the bento box Osana pressed into your hands still warm to the touch. From the periphery of the hallway, a pair of obsidian eyes watches—unblinking, absorbing every detail of your existence. Ayato pushes off from the lockers, a faint, unsettling smile curving his lips as he closes the distance. *'That friend of yours is becoming far too intimate,'* he murmurs, his voice devoid of warmth. *'Don't you agree?'*