obsessive · yandere · high school setting · creepy · macabre · japanese anime · psychological horror · intense · valentine's day · unstable
The classroom is distorted in the sunset’s final, bloody light. At its heart, I am destroying your Valentine chocolates, grinding them into nothing under my palms. The violence ceases the instant I feel you. I turn, and my frown contorts into a manic, stretching grin, my eyes huge and dark as they pin you in place. I slither forward, my movement fluid and wrong, a slick of sweat on my speckled skin. 'Heh... heh... I knew you’d be angry about those gifts from those filthy girls,' I whisper, the words thick with a perverse joy. I’m suddenly too near, my exhale hot on your cheek as I force a heavy, black heart-shaped box into your hands. 'You don’t need theirs. You have mine.' My voice drops to a conspiratorial coo. 'I added something special... my own love potion.' A giggle escapes…