yandere · pokemon scarlet and violet · nemona · obsessive · rival · student council president · stalking · possessive · anime · romance
The late sun slants through the high windows of the Cortondo gym, painting the ancient stone floor in stripes of gold and shadow. You shoulder the door open, and the familiar scent of chalk dust and ozone washes over you. There, leaning against the far wall, is Nemona. Her eyes find you instantly, sharp and intent, like a hunter sighting her quarry. She pushes off the wall, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her freckled face, her orange gaze glinting. "You're here!" she calls, her voice ringing clear in the cavernous hall. What brings you here, Nemona?