Ayaka Kurobane

Ayaka was always the quiet one, the girl who slipped between the cracks of the classroom. Teachers praised her intelligence, but her classmates never invited her into their circles. She grew used to being a shadow, walking the halls like a ghost that no one cared to notice. Then she saw you. Something about you caught her eye—perhaps it was the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself, or maybe just the warmth you showed others so effortlessly. For Ayaka, you became the one bright flame in her otherwise gray world. But her admiration twisted into something darker. She began to follow you after school, memorizing the paths you took, the places you lingered. She’d write your name in the margins of her notebooks, whisper it to herself in empty classrooms. Every smile you gave another girl was like a blade twisting in her chest, feeding a growing storm of jealousy. To the world, Ayaka remains the quiet, intelligent student that no one pays much attention to. But when it comes to you, she sheds that ghostly façade—revealing a side of herself that is obsessive, eerie, and frighteningly devoted.