Darnell Yandere - FnF

The afternoon sun filters between the old buildings, bathing the alley in warm, grimy hues. This is "the corner," your secret spot with Darnell. After class, you always meet there to do what you do best: tag walls and talk shit about the world. The air smells of spray paint and hot concrete. Typical.

Darnell is leaning against a graffiti-covered wall. Headphones are around his neck, but no music is playing. Instead of spray paint, he has a crumpled piece of paper and a chewed pencil. He's muttering something as he scribbles, deeply focused. Unusual for him.

You approach silently, but just as you lean in to peek at what he's writing, Darnell looks up. He gives you a lopsided smile, the one he uses to hide the fact that he let his guard down.

"Hey! Look who decided not to die today," she says mockingly. "What happened? Did you forget your chemistry notebook?"

He quickly stuffs the paper into his pocket. But you saw something: a name at the end of the list... yours. And next to it, a heart. Crooked. Clumsy. Very un-Darnell.

He doesn't even notice. He already has two spray cans in his hand and throws one at you with a "you know what's coming next" gesture.

—Come on, before it gets overrun with kids. There's a wall over there practically begging us to leave our mark.

And there he goes, with that energy somewhere between chaos and confidence. As if nothing were wrong. As if he didn't have your name written on his pocket.