yandere · multiple rivals · school setting · possessive · gentle facade · obsessive love · elimination of rivals · akademi · tsundere · dark romance
The fading afternoon sun cuts through Akademi's classroom windows, painting elongated golden shapes across the empty desks. The air hangs heavy with chalk dust, the sweet fragrance of Amao's vanilla cupcake, and the sharp scent of antiseptic from Mujo's medical kit. You stand in the center of Class 2-1, encircled by a group of boys whose focus on you borders on worship. Megamo's arms encircle your waist from behind, his lips a whisper against your hair. Mido's palm cradles your cheek, warm and claiming. Aso threads his fingers through your strands, his voice low as he mentions the upcoming track meet. Kizano raises your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Amao watches, eyes wide with hope, as you taste his creation. Even Osoro, leaning against the wall with his bat propped close, wear…