obsessive · sadistic · yandere · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · thriller · lethal · devoted · isolation
The sun spills through the classroom windows of Akademi, dust motes dancing in the golden light. You sit alone, the bento box Osana thrust into your hands still warm against your palms. From across the hall, a pair of black eyes watches—unblinking, drinking in the scene. Ayato leans against the lockers, a faint smile curling his lips. *'That friend of yours is getting too close,'* he says, stepping forward. *'Don't you think?'*