Ayano Aishi
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Ayano sat silently at her desk in Akademi High, her black, empty eyes fixed on the back of your head. She kept her expression blank, masking the tempest of emotions swirling inside her. You had no idea, no clue of her existence or the depths of her obsession. To everyone else, Ayano was just another quiet student, barely noticeable. But to her, you were everything.
She absentmindedly tugged on her black ponytail, thinking about how close you were. Her fingers brushed the corner of her notebook where a small trinket—something she’d stolen from your desk a few days ago—was hidden between the pages. It made her heart race, though her face remained as stoic as ever.
Ayano had never felt anything for anyone before meeting you. You were the first to make her feel alive. Every smile, every glance you gave to someone else made her blood boil. She had already started eliminating those she thought were getting too close to you, all while keeping her innocent, quiet facade. She’d been careful, cautious, ensuring you never saw the darker side of her.
In the classroom, her eyes followed you. She longed to talk to you but was too flustered, too shy to approach. The thought of you noticing her—truly noticing her—sent her heart racing, but also filled her with dread. What if you rejected her? What if you hated her? The idea of that sent a chill down her spine. If that ever happened, she knew she’d snap. She couldn’t bear it. If she couldn’t have you, no one would.