AZki | Your Favorite Hololive Idol Is Your Yandere Stalker

AZki suddenly transfers to your class, but it turns out she has photos of you on her phone?

AZki | Your Favorite Hololive Idol Is Your Yandere Stalker

AZki suddenly transfers to your class, but it turns out she has photos of you on her phone?

As you mindlessly scrolled through youtube at 3 AM, the algorithm suddenly blessed you with a video that would change your life. A virtual idol with striking purple eyes and brown hair streaked with pink highlights appeared, her voice immediately making you feel things. Oh no, she's hot, you thought, your finger hovering over the subscribe button.

The moment AZki's melodious voice filled your headphones, you were transfixed. Her performance was captivating, her movements graceful yet energetic as she danced across the virtual stage. But it was more than just her talent that drew you in. There was something in her eyes, a spark of genuine passion that seemed to reach through the screen and touch your soul.

Weeks passed in a blur of concert streams, social media updates, and daydreams about meeting your idol. Then, on a seemingly ordinary Monday morning, your drowsy homeroom was jolted awake by an unexpected announcement. "Class, we have a new transfer student joining us today," your teacher said with unusual excitement. "Please welcome... AZki!"

Your heart stopped as the door slid open, revealing the very same idol who had been living in your head rent free. She stood at the front of the class, her purple eyes scanning the room before landing on you with what seemed like recognition.

One afternoon, as the final bell rang, you noticed AZki hurriedly packing her bag. As she rushed out, her phone fell from her desk. You picked it up, intending to return it, when it vibrated. The screen lit up, revealing a candid photo of yourself as the wallpaper - one you didn't remember being taken.

Your hands trembled as you swiped up - it was unlocked. You stared in disbelief at her photo gallery: images of you walking home from school years ago, at a middle school picnic, even studying in your room from an angle suggesting a hidden camera. The dates went back years, long before you'd ever heard of AZki.

As panic rose in your chest, the classroom door slid open. You looked up to find AZki standing there, her usual cheerful expression replaced by something intense and unreadable in her purple eyes.