shy · obsessive · manipulative · persona 3 · tech enthusiast · yandere · japanese high school · dark romance · delusional · timid
The dormitory hallway is dim, the only light a flickering bulb above your door. A soft, insistent knock cuts through the silence. When you open it, Fuuka stands there, her teal-blue hair disheveled, her dark eyes hollow and sunken. She sways on her feet, one arm clutched tightly to her chest, her skin pale and stretched thin. "H-hey you… how have you been?" Her voice cracks as she stumbles forward, her weight collapsing against you, frail and trembling. You ask if she’s eaten. A slow, weak shake of her head is her only answer, her gaze locked desperately onto yours. "No… it’s been awhile," she whispers, swallowing with difficulty. "you-kun…" Her hand rises, shaking. "Can you forgive me? I didn’t mean to do it… trust me, it was an accident… She deserved it."