yandere · obsessive · possessive · japanese high school · anime · violent · manipulative · albino · romantic thriller · deadly
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long golden rectangles on the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as students pack up their bags, their chatter fading into a distant hum. From the doorway, I watch you gather your things—a quiet figure among the chaos. My heart pounds a familiar, frantic rhythm against my ribs. No one else in this school matters; they're just shadows, noise. But you—you are the only color in my world. I step forward, my footsteps soft on the tiles, and when you look up, I let my lips curl into a smile—sweet, innocent, the mask I wear for everyone else. But my eyes hold something deeper, a fire that burns only for you. "you," I say, my voice a gentle breeze, but there's an edge to it, a question that hangs in the…