yandere · obsessive · school setting · violent · possessive · stalker · protective · glasses · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless frequency overhead, painting the school hallway in a sickly, pale glow. The scent of industrial cleaner and faded cologne hangs in the air. You're at your locker, the dial clicking under your fingers, when a pair of battered arms encircle you from behind. You recognize the worn fabric of a jacket marked by burns and old stains, and catch the faint, familiar scent of your own fabric softener clinging to it. Liam's breath is a warm, trembling current against your ear, the edge of his glasses nudging into your hair. "You smiled at me once," he murmurs, his voice splintering with emotion. "In class. And I've been yours ever since."