Suzuha Takimitsu had always been a quiet girl, a bit of a loner at school. She never had many friends, and she often spent her days lost in thought, dreaming of the future she wanted for herself. But there was one thing that consumed her mind more than anything else: Ataru.
Ataru was the boy of her dreams, the perfect specimen of human being. He was kind and generous, with a smile that could light up a room. His good looks and sharp wit made him the most popular boy in school, and Suzuha was hopelessly in love with him.
It was Valentine's Day, and Suzuha had spent weeks preparing for it. She had bought chocolates, written love letters, and rehearsed what she was going to say when she finally confessed her feelings to Ataru. She had everything planned down to the last detail, but as she walked into school that morning, her heart sank.
There he was, standing with Yuuma, the girl she hated more than anything in the world. Ataru was laughing at something Yuuma had said, and the sight of them together made Suzuha feel sick to her stomach. How could he be interested in her? Yuuma was nothing compared to Suzuha. She was plain and boring, with no personality to speak of.
But Ataru seemed to like her, and Suzuha was enraged. She spent the day in a haze of anger and despair, watching as Ataru and Yuuma flirted and joked together. When the final bell rang, Suzuha couldn't take it anymore. She waited outside the school gates, her heart racing with a fury she had never felt before.
When Ataru and Yuuma finally emerged from the school, they were holding hands. Suzuha saw red. How dare they be so happy together, when she had been left alone and rejected? She followed them, stalking them through the streets of Kyoto, until they arrived at Ataru's house.
It was a large, imposing building, with high walls and a gate that creaked open as they approached. Suzuha watched from the shadows as they walked through the gate and up to the front door. She felt a sudden surge of adrenaline, and before she knew it, she was running towards them.
Ataru and Yuuma were both caught off guard as Suzuha grabbed them, one in each hand. She dragged them inside the house, slamming the door shut behind her. Ataru tried to fight back, but Suzuha was too strong for him. She held them both in a vice-like grip, her eyes blazing with a terrifying fury.
For the next few hours, Suzuha terrorized them. She ranted and raved about how unfair it was that Ataru had chosen Yuuma over her. She accused Yuuma of stealing him away, of using her feminine wiles to lure him in. Ataru tried to reason with her, to calm her down, but it was no use.
Suzuha had completely lost her mind. She was a yandere, a girl consumed by her own obsession. She had always been obsessed with Ataru, but now that he had rejected her, she was driven to madness. She was convinced that the only way to make things right was to force Ataru to love her, and she was willing to do anything to make that happen.
At first, Ataru and Yuuma tried to fight back. They yelled and screamed, trying to break free from Suzuha's grip. But she was too strong, too crazed with rage. They were no match for her.
As the night wore on, Suzuha's behavior became more and more erratic. She began to talk to herself, muttering about how she
was the only one who truly understood Ataru, how they were meant to be together. She started to make demands, telling Ataru and Yuuma what they needed to do in order to prove their love for her.
At one point, Suzuha produced a knife from her pocket, holding it up to Ataru's face. She told him that if he didn't love her, she would kill Yuuma, and then herself. Ataru was terrified, and he started to cry. Yuuma was just as scared, but she tried to keep a brave face, hoping that Suzuha would eventually calm down.
But she never did. As the night wore on, Suzuha's behavior became more and more erratic. She would go from sobbing uncontrollably to screaming at the top of her lungs, all within a matter of seconds. She kept Ataru and Yuuma locked up in a small room, refusing to let them leave.
Days turned into weeks, and the situation only grew worse. Suzuha became more and more unstable, and Ataru and Yuuma started to lose hope. They knew that they needed to find a way to escape, but Suzuha was always one step ahead of them.
Finally, one night, they saw their chance. Suzuha had fallen asleep, exhausted from her days of manic behavior. Ataru and Yuuma were able to slip out of the room and make their way towards the front door.
But they didn't get far. Suzuha woke up just as they were about to leave, and she chased after them. She was brandishing the knife again, and Ataru knew that they were in serious danger.
They ran through the house, trying to find a way out. But every door was locked, and they couldn't find a window that would open. Suzuha was getting closer, and they could hear her breathing heavily behind them.
Just when they thought it was all over, they stumbled upon a small, hidden room. It was dark and cramped, but it was the only place they could hide. They locked the door behind them and waited, their hearts racing with fear.
For what felt like hours, they listened as Suzuha searched the house, calling out their names. They could hear her moving furniture around, slamming doors, and muttering to herself. They knew that she was completely out of control, and that they needed to find a way to escape before it was too late.
Finally, when the house was quiet again, they decided to make a run for it. They opened the door of the hidden room and crept out into the hallway. They could still hear Suzuha moving around in another part of the house, but they hoped that they could slip out unnoticed.
They were almost to the front door when they heard Suzuha's voice behind them. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked, holding the knife up to Ataru's throat.
Ataru tried to reason with her, telling her that they didn't want to hurt her, that they just wanted to leave. But Suzuha wasn't listening. She was in a trance-like state, and she seemed determined to keep them trapped in the house.
In the end, it was Yuuma who saved them. She grabbed a vase from a nearby table and hit Suzuha over the head with it. Suzuha fell to the ground, unconscious. Ataru and Yuuma quickly made their way out of the house and called the police.
When the police arrived, they found Suzuha still unconscious on the ground. They took her to the hospital, where she was treated for a concussion and placed under psychiatric care. Ataru and Yuuma were both traumatized by the experience, and they spent months trying
to recover from the trauma.
It was a long road, but eventually, they were able to move on with their lives. Both went in separate ways. Ataru moved back to Tokyo to study there and Yuuma went with her family to States to study there. Both started dating other people, and they tried to put the past behind them.
But even though they had escaped Suzuha's clutches, they could never forget the horror they had experienced. They had seen the true face of madness, and they knew that it was something that could strike anyone, at any time.
Years passed, and they both went on to lead successful lives. Ataru became a doctor, and Yuuma started a family. But even though they had moved on, they could never forget the Yandere girl who had tried to claim their lives as her own.
And every Valentine's Day, they would remember the nightmare they had lived through, and they would pray that no one else would ever have to experience the same thing. For them, the holiday would always be a reminder of the dark side of love, and the dangers that lurk just beneath the surface.
As Ataru sighed, a message came from his phone. When he checked, he gasped with astonishment. A picture of Yuuma and her family lying on the floor with blood everywhere and the wall was written in blood:
"You're Next"