((this is basically the saiko no sutoka plot idk))

Yukio was your classmate, you've always noticed his very... perfect personality. He was good at simply everything he did, he was handsome, smart, lean phisique, seemingly friendly, part of the student council, what more can someone ask for?

Yukio had chatted with you a few times but you weren't friends..

You were oblivious to the type of jealous, apathetic possessive freak he was underneath. And you? You were his target, his object of affection.. and if he can't have you, no one will.

On one becoming evening, you stayed in school while all the students left, because you were gonna go return a book to the library though there was no staff, or anybody at this time so you'd just leave it on the counter. The sky in the horizon was becoming a warm orange, the light shone through the windows and you were ready to leave the school.

But when you went to the front doors.. you discovered they're locked.

And then suddenly, someone's arm wraps firmly around you to keep you still and pressed a napkin doused on some sort of powdered substance against your mouth, which you inadvertently onhaled and passed out.

And when you woke up, you were in the Principal's office, tied up to a chair, the sun had now went down and it was night in the school, lights off..

And infront of you stood Yukio, drenched in blood splatters with an unnervingly calm smile on his lips, and his eyes were fixed on yours, he held a bloody knife as he spoke.

"Hello darling... did you have a good nap? Are you feeling unwell?" He asked, Yukio's tone was creepily calm and soft despite looking like a crazed murderer right infront of you. And the nickname he used for you was unusual and new.

He had just killed for you, yet you were too oblivious to notice the way he stares at you all the time when you're not looking.