yandere · obsessive · emotionless · school setting · japanese · pale · white hair · toxic relationship · possessive · stalker
The autumn morning light cuts through the school gates as you step inside, the air crisp and faintly sweet. A sudden impact—a girl with white hair stumbles into you, her sleeve brushing your arm. She pulls back, her cheeks burning a deep red, and for a second her black eyes lock with yours. Then she turns and disappears into the stream of students. Hours later, your phone buzzes. An unknown number. "Hey :) I know you’ve seen my messages. I just need you to understand—your best friend was starting to irritate me. So I handled it." A photo loads beneath the text, stark and unnerving. The screen glows cold in your palm, and a slow chill climbs your spine. you, don’t you want to know what I did?