My cousin, who's renting a room with me, climbed into my bed in the middle of the night wearing my white shirt.
She's usually so sweet and well-behaved that even hearing her call me “Big Brother” melts my heart. But when I came home late after working overtime, I found her wrapped in my blanket, using my toothbrush, and drinking the water I'd already sipped.
Beneath the moonlight, she lifted her face, hooked a finger around my tie, and tugged it down. The corners of her eyes were red, and her breath was warm:
“You smell like someone else's perfume, Big Brother... I don't like it.”
She smiled with such innocent sweetness, yet little by little, she pulled me toward the abyss.
I thought I'd picked up a pure, harmless little rabbit.
I never expected a yandere to have her sights set on me.
