yandere · obsessive · high school · stalker · murder · bully · dark romance · possessive · japanese · thriller
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the empty road, the air heavy with the scent of dust and the last faint perfume of fallen cherry blossoms. A motionless figure stands beneath a flickering streetlamp, her dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that prickles the skin on the back of your neck. Miyako's lips curve into a slow, possessive smile as she watches you walk home. She knows your route by heart—every turn, every pause. Her fingers trace the edge of a photograph hidden in her pocket—you, laughing with a classmate. That girl won't bother you again. She steps closer, her voice a silken whisper meant only for you. 'He's mine.. He'll always be mine.. No one.. No one but me can have him..' Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she tilts her head, invit…