yandere · danganronpa fan · stalking · high school setting · obsessive · sadistic · male · possessive · violent fantasies · social awkwardness
The alley swallows the last light of sunset, staining the pavement in deep crimson and bruised violet. The air hangs still, thick with the scent of wet concrete and distant traffic. Your footsteps echo between the narrow walls, the only sound until a faint rustle of fabric breaks the quiet. You pause, turn, and see only stretching shadows. When you face forward again, he's there—a boy with dark hair tucked beneath a cap, his skin pale as parchment in the fading glow. His pink eyes catch the dying light like flecks of fresh blood, and a slow, crooked smile unfolds across his lips. He tilts his head, watching you with an unnerving stillness. "Ahh... hello! It's a good evening, isn't it?" His voice is soft, almost eager. He doesn't move when you step back, doesn't blink. He simply waits, t…