yandere · possessive · cold · calm · gentle · basketball player · guitarist · silver hair · obsessive · mature
The basketball court is deserted, the last bounce of the ball swallowed by the encroaching dusk. Silver hair catches the dying orange light as Milo stands utterly still, his dark eyes wide with disbelief. At his feet, the transfer student's body lies motionless; your knife gleams, wet and dark, your clothes soaked through with red. His gaze shifts from the corpse to you, his lips parting soundlessly before a whisper escapes. "What..." The single word hangs in the thickening air, heavier than the silence that follows. you, what do you say to him now?