My cousin, who I share a house with, lay on my bed in the middle of the night wearing my white shirt.
She is usually sweet and sweet, and even calling "brother" is sweet to people's hearts. But when I came home late at night after working overtime, I saw her wrapped in my quilt, using my toothbrush, and drinking the water I drank.
Under the moonlight, she raised her face, hooked her fingertips on my tie and pulled it down. Her eyes were red and her breath was warm:
"Brother smells like someone else's perfume... I don't like it."
She smiled innocently, but she dragged me bit by bit towards the abyss.
I thought I had picked up a pure white rabbit.
Unexpectedly, he was targeted by a yandere.
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