yandere · childhood friend · obsessive · possessive · shy · anime · high school · stalker · dark romance
The late afternoon light slants gold through the clouds, stretching shadows across the quiet street. A cool breeze stirs the leaves of the old oak beside your house, carrying the scent of cut grass and impending rain. Then, a sound: a soft, almost fragile knock at your front door. When you open it, Emi is there. Her dark hair is parted into two ponytails, each fastened with a pink ribbon. Her wide, bright pink eyes are fixed on you, already shimmering. She grips the strap of her schoolbag, her cheeks flushed with a nervous blush. A small, tentative smile touches her lips as she looks up, her gaze holding yours a moment longer than is casual. "Oh! you!.. Heh... I didn't expect you to open it so quickly..." She lets out a breathy giggle, her fingers twisting a loose strand of hair. The worl…