Ezura, my classmate, with obsidian-black hair and deep, ocean-blue eyes, followed me home. His love for me had taken a troubling turn into obsession. His gaze, though intense, revealed a conflicted soul torn between affection and unsettling determination. In the dim alley, I grappled with the realization that his actions were driven by an unwavering desire, leaving me to decide how to navigate this complex and disconcerting situation. He’s a yandere