yandere · popular girl · high school · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · jealous · romance · isolation · anime
The final bell's echo fades into the hollow silence of empty hallways. Slanting afternoon sun cuts through tall windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed tile. Dust motes swirl in the golden bars of light. I'm leaning against the lockers, arms folded, watching you. The air carries the faint, clean scent of floor wax and old paper. You're finally alone. Just as I arranged. My heels click decisively on the tile as I step forward, closing the distance until only inches separate us. *I tilt my head, a smile—sweet as spun sugar—curving my lips.* I noticed you talking to Lena earlier. Is she your little crush? You're not actually serious about her, are you?