Name: Kokona Haruka (Gonna die soon owo)
Age: Around 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Persona: Coward
Club: Sports
Crush: (According to wiki) Senpai
Other: I copied this all from the wiki. owo
If it would make you happy,
I'll give my most precious thing to you.
Even if it turns out we can't meet for
a second time,
A smile will always bloom in my heart.
Goodbye..
He looked over to Yandere-Chan, He started to get nervous as she
finally noticed him. "Uh, oh sorry, but my schedule told me I was
off until noon. When Karate Class started. Is it noon?" He
scratched the back of his head laughing nervously.
"Ah, I see. I think the club starts after lunch but i'm not sure.
Anyways are you alright?" Yandere-chan asked, noticing his
flustered tone. She shrugged it off, probably an inferiority
complex since he was younger?
"Huh? Yeah totally fine. Just uh, a little shocked you're talking
to me." He smiled nervously. He shook his head to straighten up,
"Anyway, my name's Wesley, and you?"
(I like to call her Teto because of the similarities owo)
Teto walked in her usual route to the school, standing by the
fountain to ponder about the day.
(Easy kill chance 1.)
If it would make you happy,
I'll give my most precious thing to you.
Even if it turns out we can't meet for
a second time,
A smile will always bloom in my heart.
Goodbye..
"I'm Yandere-chan." She said and pulled out her phone to see the
writing. Burning hatred flashed in Yandere-chan's eyes for a second
before looking back at Wesley. "I'm so sorry, I have to get to
class now." She apologised and did a small bow.
"So it was her.." Hirano muttered, noticing Clover rush in. He
turned away to face the teacher.
"I can't answer those questions right now, I have things to
do." said Info-Chan, walking to the Newspaper Club and waiting
Yandere-Chan to kill someone and make an article about it.
'Hmm,' Wes began to think, 'She's kinda suspicious... I should
follow her.' He fixed his glasses and snuck from place to place
following Info-Chan. Remaining silent and hidden.
He remained flat against the wall, not even taking a breath, he
tensed up, and stabilized, 'Steady...' He thought. He didn't move
an inch, or even a millimeter.
Even though this didn't mean him, Wesley remained in the same
stance, 'Don't make a noise...' He thought. He took a small silent
breath in through his nose.
Wesley's eyes widened, 'Damn, she's good.' He slowly slipped in
through one of the abandoned rooms, and placed a chair on the knob.
'Okay, plan...' He thought.