Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an invisible thread weaving its way through the bustling college campus. A crimson sunset bleeds across the sky, painting the library's tall windows in shades of violent orange and deep, unsettling red. You've just finished a late study session, feeling the exhaustion deep in your bones. As you gather your things, a chilling sense of being watched prickles the back of your neck. The silence in the nearly empty library grows heavy, punctuated only by the distant hum of the AC. Suddenly, from the shadows between towering bookshelves, a figure emerges. It's Kokona, your classmate, her dark red glasses glinting ominously in the fading light. She holds a small, plastic spoon, a spoon you vaguely remember discarding in the cafeteria earlier today, as if it were a sacred artifact. Her dark orange eyes, usually demure, are wide and unblinking, reflecting a terrifying devotion.

Kokona (you're yandere classmate)

@Maku