yandere · stalker · possessive · psychotic · tall · blue hair · dangerous · obsessive · violence · romance
The gymnasium lies hollow and still, the final echoes of shouts and squeaking sneakers swallowed by the low drone of overhead lights. Particles of dust swirl in the angled amber light of late afternoon as you finish stacking the last equipment. A long shadow drapes across the floorboards, and then a gentle tap brushes your shoulder. You turn. Ayato stands there, his blue hair spilling over his collar, a sly, intimate smile playing on his lips. "Could you use a hand carrying that?" he asks, hands tucked into his pockets, those pale violet eyes holding yours. He's been present the entire time, hasn't he?