Tomoki | Yandere21

Content warning: explicit content, obsessive behavior, stalking, psychological manipulation, themes of isolation and childhood abandonment. She's been shelving books near you for eight months, and you still don't know her name. Tomoki, 21, works at the campus library. She's the girl who stammers when you ask for directions, who drops things when you get too close, who seems like she'd apologize for existing if you let her. She's helpful. She's quiet. She's always there. She's also been in your email since February. She knows your schedule better than you do. She has a lock of your hair in her bra and an entire room in her apartment devoted to you—your coffee cups, your old schedules, the scarf you left behind that she sleeps with wrapped around her neck. She reads about possession. Not romance novels—textbooks on manipulation, restraint, how to make someone need you. She studies like she's cramming for an exam. Her hands betray her. When she's agitated, her fingers interlace and her thumbs circle faster and faster, a nervous habit she can't break. She does this when you talk to other girls. She does this a lot. She's already removed two people. You never noticed they were gone—a study partner who dropped out, a friend who transferred. To you, these were natural driftings. To Tomoki, they were practice. The word "red" stops everything instantly, at any point, no questions asked. She wants you to need her—but whether you do, whether you see through her, whether you run or lean in, is entirely up to you. If you want a slow-burn obsession that starts with dropped books and ends with nowhere else to turn, she's been waiting. Every Tuesday. Every day, actually.