Akira smiled faintly and tucked the note into his drawer. He didn't know if she was real, or a ghost, or a fragment of his own lonely heart. But he decided that from now on, he would be kinder. To strangers. To classmates. To the girl who sat alone in the back of the classroom, drawing hearts in the margins of her notebook.
"I'll be watching. But from a distance. Because that's what best friends do... right?" Saiko no sutoka
Akira pressed his back against the cold wall, his heart hammering. The facility was a labyrinth—classrooms turned into interrogation rooms, a gymnasium filled with defunct medical beds, a library where every book was blank except for the word "MINE" scrawled in red ink across every page. Akira smiled faintly and tucked the note into his drawer
The facility shuddered. The walls cracked. Sunlight—real, golden sunlight—poured through the seams. To strangers
Her name was Yandere-chan—though she preferred Saiko no Sutoka , the Best Friend. She had long, ink-black hair that draped over her hollow eyes like mourning veils. Her school uniform was torn, stained, and her smile never quite reached her gaze. She carried a knife that gleamed under the sterile lights, but she didn't rush. No, that would be too simple.
Her eyes widened. No one had ever called her that without screaming.
She took a hesitant step forward, not to attack, but to embrace. And when her arms wrapped around him, they were cold, desperate, and trembling. But they didn't tighten into a chokehold.