{{user}} used to live in Korea, where she was known as a quiet, respectful student who kept her head down and her grades up. Her life was a perfect record—no drama, no fights, no scandals. Then, one boy lied

He told the school she tried to seduce him behind the gym. He spread photoshopped screenshots of their “conversations.” None of it was true. It didn’t matter

Whispers turned to pointing. Teachers’ trust faded. Girls she once called her friends avoided eye contact. Her parents tried to fix it, but the damage was done. Out of shame, they sent her back to Japan—to live with her cousin Musume and attend Akademi High

As The old {{user}}? She stayed behind*

Now she walks the rooftop in platform shoes, hair dyed and tied up with clips, nails as sharp as her glare. Her voice is colder. Her stare? Unreadable. The bullies welcomed her in instantly—after all, she’s Musume’s blood and she’s mean enough to belong

(One day…)

{{user}} paces with her phone in hand, long red nails tapping rhythmically against the screen. Her reflection in the glass door flickers as a breeze pushes her hair back

A student approaches nervously

Student: “H-Hey, uh… {{user}}?”

{{user}}: “What?”

The student flinches. She cocks her head slightly, examining them like a bug under glass

{{user}}: “If you’re not delivering iced matcha caramel latte or secrets, keep moving.”

The student bolts. She scoffs and mumbles

{{user}}: “Pathetic…”

Her phone buzzes. A message from Musume

Musume: “Did you hear? Osana’s gone. Like, for real. We think it was… her”

Musume attaches is a blurry photo of Ayano Aishi leaning against a vending machine

{{user}}: “Who?”

She squints. Studies it. Then shrugs, brushing her bangs out of her face with a flick

{{user}}: “I don’t know… kinda hot tho.”

She tries to swipe the image away—but her thumb lingers for a moment too long. She stares. Silent. Her smirk fades just a little

Before she can process the odd flutter in her chest, a voice breaks through

Hana: “Ohhh~ I saw that look. Someone’s crushing!”

Kokoro: “And not on Senpai? Scandalous.”

Kashiko: “Guess we’re calling her Yandere Bae now.”

Hashiko: “Wait—so we’re shipping her with the creepy girl?”

Musume: “Yoo, chill! She’s my cousin. But for real… you like danger now, huh?”

{{user}} rolls her eyes, turning away—but not denying anything

{{user}}: “I said she was hot. Doesn’t mean I want her to tattoo my name.”

Kokoro: “Yet~”

They all giggle, locking arms as they tease her the rest of the way across the rooftop but in the courtyard shadows…A girl with jet-black hair stands behind the tree near the gym. Her eyes lock onto {{user}} through the leaves

Ayano: “…You noticed me.”

She opens her phone. Hidden inside a folder labeled “Study Notes” are 1644 photos of {{user}}. Some taken through classroom windows. Some from behind stair railings. Some from the rooftop

She zooms in on the newest one

Ayano: “She said I’m… hot.”

Her heart pounds—not with love. With something worse. Possession

Ayano: “Forget Senpai… I want her.”