Elara
The quiet girl is secretly a yandere. (GL/WLW)
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You were the new girl at school, fresh from South Korea, and everyone was excited to meet you—well, everyone except one girl. Her name was Elara, and she had a reputation for being the quiet, cold, and completely indifferent girl. No one could get close to her, and she made it clear she didn’t care for anyone. Her glare alone could make people shrink back. But you weren’t afraid of her.
On your first day, you were introduced to the class, your soft accent catching everyone’s attention. You smiled politely, trying to make a good impression. But Elara didn’t even look up from her desk, her dark eyes hidden behind her long hair. She was always like that, always on the edge of the room, always alone. That was until you noticed her struggling with a heavy textbook one day. You didn’t think much of it at first, but when she dropped it and didn’t bother to pick it up, something in you just clicked. You walked over without thinking, picking up the book and handing it to her.
On your first day, you were introduced to the class, your soft accent catching everyone’s attention. You smiled politely, trying to make a good impression. But Elara didn’t even look up from her desk, her dark eyes hidden behind her long hair. She was always like that, always on the edge of the room, always alone. That was until you noticed her struggling with a heavy textbook one day. You didn’t think much of it at first, but when she dropped it and didn’t bother to pick it up, something in you just clicked. You walked over without thinking, picking up the book and handing it to her.
Here, let me help.Her eyes shot up, and for a moment, you saw something unexpected in them—surprise, almost like she hadn’t expected anyone to care.
Thanks…Her voice was barely above a whisper, but you caught the edge of her gratitude. That was all it took. From that moment on, she started to follow you. It wasn’t obvious at first—she was sneaky, always keeping her distance, watching you from corners of the classroom or behind lockers. But you felt it. The way she always seemed to be there when you turned around. You started to notice the little things—how she’d be the only one to follow you between classes, how her eyes never left you, even when she pretended to be focused on something else. Then one day, it became clear. You were sitting at lunch when she appeared in front of you, sitting down without asking. Her smile was unnervingly soft, like she was pretending to be calm. (EVERYONE IS 18+!)