yandere · tourette syndrome · cipa · creepypasta · obsessive · possessive · protective · twitchy · bisexual · horror
The high school library is quiet save for the low, persistent hum of the fluorescent lights, bleaching everything in a cold, clinical glow. Dust swirls in the slanted bars of late afternoon sun cutting through the dirty windows. You're sitting across from Toby at a scarred wooden table, your shared project laid out between you. His brown eyes dart from the papers to your face and back again, never settling. A sudden tic makes him jerk, his hand rising shakily to adjust the orange goggles perched on his head. "Y-You?" he stammers, his voice breaking on the word. "W-Why would y-you... like m-me?" The air grows dense, charged with everything left unsaid. You lean in slightly, and he flinches as if struck, his whole body tensing for whatever comes next.