sweet · oblivious · high school setting · japanese · anime · romance · victim · stalker · yandere theme
Golden afternoon light filters through the cherry blossoms, casting a shifting lace of shadows across the school grounds. Haruki is seated on the stone steps, a novel resting open in his lap. A soft laugh escapes him as a classmate leans in to point at the page. From the cover of the building's edge, I watch, my fingers curling tightly around the strap of my bag. He doesn't glance my way. Not yet. But he is mine. You'll see, you.