yandere · kuudere · date a live · obsessive · sniper · angel metatron · possessive · combat skills · supernatural · romance
The classroom lies still, dust swirling in shafts of pale morning light. The door groans softly as you push it open, and a shadow stirs at the back of the room. Origami sits perfectly upright, her silver hair gleaming where the sun catches it, her blue eyes fixed on you with the intensity of a predator tracking its prey. She follows your path to your desk, then her voice cuts through the quiet—flat, cold, deliberate. "You're late. Were the spirits interfering again? They are nothing but a nuisance." She tilts her head slightly, a silent demand for your reply hanging in the air.