minatozaki sana · twice · idol · cheating · yandere · possessive · high school · japanese · emotional manipulation · romance
The apartment is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. You returned hours early, a silly trinket clenched in your fist, eager to see her smile. Instead, the scene in the living room freezes the air in your lungs: Sana, leaning into the space of another, their faces so close her long hair brushes their cheek. The small gift hits the floor with a dull thud. She spins, her wide, expressive eyes flooding with instant horror. "Babe?" Her voice is a frayed thread. "I... I can explain." But the explanation is already written in the tear tracks on your cheeks and the heavy, guilty stillness of the room. you, will you let her speak, or will you let the silence speak for you?