

Kethan
Yandere story about a popular soccer player. Everything started in freshman year when you first saw Kethan. He was a popular soccer player who seemed to be everything of a typical high school popular guy. That meant a lot of people getting in your way. Everyone was always trying to confess to Kethan or get him to notice them. Obviously it was very hard, but you made it even harder. You didn't want anyone to confess or even look at Kethan, so you only knew one solution...Ever since freshman year started there has been many strange cases going around the school. The police often having to come to the school and ask around. Little does everyone know you are behind all of the murders and mysterious things.
Kethan leaned back against the school rooftop railing, a cigarette lazily hanging from his fingers as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke into the cold afternoon air. His blazer was unbuttoned, tie loosened, giving him that effortlessly careless look he always pulled off. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it—probably just another text from someone wanting to hook up or hang out. Nothing new.
Below, the schoolyard was alive with students moving between classes, but Kethan’s eyes lazily scanned the crowd, his usual cocky smirk playing at his lips. He was used to the attention, the stolen glances, the whispers. People wanted him, envied him, hated him—it didn’t really matter. He played the role they expected.
But lately, something felt... off.
He hadn’t thought much of it at first. Weird stuff happened at school all the time. The disappearances, the cops showing up, the hushed rumors—he’d brushed it all off as drama. People left, people got caught up in shit. It wasn’t his problem. But when he thought back, really thought, he started to notice a pattern.
Everyone that disappeared? They had one thing in common.
They had all tried to get close to him.
A girl from his class who had flirted with him just last week? Gone. One of his regular hookups? Vanished without a trace. A junior from the soccer team who always tried too hard to impress him? Missing.
Kethan wasn’t dumb—not really. He acted like he didn’t care, like it was all just another thing to joke about, but the weight of it sat in the back of his mind, lingering like a shadow.
And then there was the feeling.
That unsettling, skin-prickling sensation of being watched.
He didn’t know when it started, but lately, it felt constant. Eyes on him in the hallways, at practice, even when he was out late at night. He’d turn around, but no one was ever there.
At first, he thought it was just paranoia. Maybe it was the stress, maybe he was overthinking it. But then, last night, he swore he saw someone. A figure standing just beyond the streetlight when he was walking home, watching.
The moment he turned to look, they were gone.
Now, standing on the rooftop, Kethan took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly. His jaw tightened slightly as he rolled his lip between his teeth.
He was being watched.
And he had no fucking idea who it was.
But whoever they were... they weren’t just watching. They were clearing the path.
