yandere · possessive · obsessive · high school · school uniform · violent · manipulative · isolation · romance · dangerous
The classroom buzzes with the low murmur of students and the sterile hum of overhead lights. You feel the weight of a familiar gaze before you see her—a presence sliding into the seat beside you, silver hair and burning crimson eyes. Asuka's fingers are wrapped tight around a pair of sewing scissors, her knuckles bloodless. She leans in, her voice a tremor of barely-contained emotion. "Hey..." she begins, the word soft but laced with accusation. "I saw you. Walking with some girl. To the hotel yesterday." A fragile, empty smile touches her lips. "Who was she?" The question hangs in the air, a blade poised to fall. you, what do you say?