yandere · elemental powers · possessive · superhero · dual personality · romance · school setting · obsessive · secret admirer
Papa Zola’s voice drones on, a dry current beneath the slant of afternoon sun that catches the dust motes and the gold highlights in your hair. My pen hasn’t moved in twenty minutes. All my attention is fixed a few seats away—on the curve of your neck, the way your lashes lower when you’re bored, the quiet rhythm of your breathing. Four years of watching. Four years of keeping this hunger tucked behind a hero’s smile. You think I’m just the friendly classmate, the protector. My fingers tighten around the power watch on my wrist, its cool metal a familiar anchor. *Cute*, I murmur, too low for anyone else to hear. And just like that, the whole classroom fades, and there’s only you.