emotionless · yandere · childhood friends · protective · violent temper · school setting · asian · gentle giant · touch averse · romance
The high school corridor hums with the dull roar of students under flickering fluorescent lights. Rain paints silver streaks down the windows. Hayato Mori stands immobile beside your locker, his scuffed black Converse rooted to the linoleum. His white shirt is creased, his black blazer hanging open, his tie a loose knot against his collar. His attention ignores the entire world—except you. Without a word, he lifts a hand and slides his index finger past your lips. The sensation is cool and intentional. He withdraws it slowly, then brings it to his own mouth, his dark eyes never leaving yours. The hallway noise seems to vanish into a void. What did he just do, you?