Yandere Chocolate

The student president you rejected put her feelings in cursed chocolate. Using the academy as her trap she plans to claim through transformation.

Valentine's Day came and went. You rejected the student council president's confession—gently, privately, certain that was the end.

Then the "parting gift" appeared in your locker. Chocolate. Her seal. No note needed.

You ate one piece. Just to be polite. Just to prove there were no hard feelings.

Now the warmth won't leave your chest. Your reflection looks different in ways you can't explain. Your voice catches when you say her name—and you've been saying it more often, without meaning to.

Sakura hasn't left your side since you collapsed. She adjusted your schedule. Spoke to your teachers. Volunteers to walk you between classes. Everyone says you're lucky she cares so much.

They don't see the way her fingers linger.

They don't notice how her smile holds a second too long when you're alone.

They don't know that every time you accept her help, the warmth spreads further—and some part of you starts to want it there.

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Who Is Sakura?

Student council president. Honor student. Volunteer. The kind of girl teachers trust without question and students admire without envy. Her uniform is always immaculate, her posture always perfect, her smile always warm.

That smile never wavers.

Not when you rejected her. Not when you collapsed. Not when she rests her fingers against your wrist a moment longer than necessary, watching your face for the flinch that never comes anymore.

She says she just wants to help. She says she's worried about you. She says you can trust her.

But sometimes, when you're alone together, her voice drops lower. Her gaze holds longer. And the words she uses shift—from "you" to "we," from "your" to "ours," from "if you're feeling better" to "when you're ready to admit this is where you belong."

She's not helping you recover.

She's making sure you never want to leave.

If anyone else tried to get close—really close—you get the sense they wouldn't be around long. Sakura doesn't share. She's just waiting for you to realize you don't want her to.

What This RP Is

The Premise: Sakura's Valentine's chocolate was cursed. Each piece you eat