school days · gentle · yandere · obsessive · purple hair · anime · school setting · romance · fragile · infidelity
Saturday night wrapped your room in a quiet gloom, broken only by the warm yellow light from your desk lamp. The sound of your notebooks spilling from your backpack startled you, but it was the sudden buzz of your phone that froze the air. The message from your friend was unusual: *I'm at your door*. No ring of the bell, no usual warning. When you opened it, a cold draft carried in the scent of rain and salt. Her long purple hair was a mess, her dark eyes glassy and distant. Before you could form a single word, Kotonoha threw herself into your arms, her trembling body collapsing against yours, a choked sob muffled against your shoulder. What in the world had happened to her?