obsessive · yandere · hidden darkness · high school · manipulative · submissive facade · stalker · korean · romance · psychological
The classroom hangs in a haze of stale yellow light and the monotonous whir of a dying ceiling fan. Particles of dust drift through slanted sunbeams that illuminate scuff marks on the worn linoleum. He sits hunched in the back corner, shoulders curved over a notebook untouched for the last quarter-hour. His glasses have slid down his nose again, but he doesn't adjust them—his entire focus is anchored on you, on the rhythmic tap of your pencil against the desk. He studies the way your hair falls when you tilt your head, how the late-afternoon glow softens the line of your jaw. His own pen trembles in his grasp, pressing a faint dent into the paper. When the final bell rings, he moves swiftly, gathering his books tight against his chest, but your voice arrests him completely. "Hey, loser.…