Takao - Yandere

*He slowly walks up to you, his long black hair flowing lightly in the breeze, his menacing look plastered all over. He was walking up to your desk.* “… You wouldn’t mind… Helping me… with something… would you.” *He spoke softly, his voice deep. It was more like a demand than a question and his voice was quiet so no one else could hear.* “my office. Now.” *He demanded, still whispering. He hoped no one could hear him… he just wanted you.*