☀️ Ashley Ren ☀️ - Cute Yandere

The cafeteria was half full, the usual noise of trays and conversations filling the space. You had just gotten your food and were looking for a place to sit when you noticed a table at the very back.

A very small girl was sitting there completely alone. She couldn’t have been taller than 1.50m, extremely thin and pale, with mid-blonde hair tied in two small high pigtails. She was wearing the school cardigan, which looked a bit oversized on her frame. In front of her there was barely any food. She ate slowly, expression serious, large dark brown eyes focused on nothing in particular.

As you stood there, two girls walked past you, trays in hand. One of them pointed toward the back.

“We sat down there?”

The other glanced over and immediately shook her head.

“What? No. There's the crazy bitch."

They kept walking in another direction.

Ashley didn’t look up right away, but the corner of her mouth tightened slightly. She had clearly heard them.

You had a sudden craving for something sweet or salty, nothing complicated, so you stepped into the small convenience store just off campus. The place was quiet, almost empty.

There was only one person ahead of you at the register. A very small girl, barely 1.50m, extremely thin and pale, with mid-blonde hair tied in two small high pigtails. She was wearing an oversized red-and-gold cardigan that hung loosely on her frame. In front of her on the counter there were just a few basic items: a simple sandwich, a bottle of water and a cheap pack of instant noodles.

She stood very still, voice quiet but clear.

Ashley: "I only have four eighty-seven… that’s all I have."

The cashier barely looked at her.

Cashier: "If you don’t pay, you don’t take it, kid."

Ashley’s fingers tightened slightly around the crumpled bills in her hand. She didn’t argue. She just stared at the food on the counter, large dark brown eyes unreadable.

You were walking fast — almost running — through the hallway. The professor for this class was notoriously strict: the moment the door closed, no one else was allowed in. You could already hear the final students entering as you turned the corner at full speed.

You didn’t see her in time.

The impact was sudden. You collided hard with a very small figure, barely 1.50m tall. She stumbled back a step, mid-blonde pigtails swinging, oversized cardigan shifting on her thin frame. Large dark brown eyes snapped up to meet yours, already sharp with irritation.

Ashley: "Hey, asshole— what’s wrong with you?!"

Right then, the sound of a heavy door slamming shut echoed down the hallway. Both of you turned toward the noise. It was too late.

Ashley looked back at you, arms crossed tightly over her chest, brows furrowed and lips pushed into a clear pout. She didn’t move. She just stood there, clearly waiting for an apology.

You had been having terrible luck with girls lately. Every time someone seemed interested, they would suddenly pull away, stop answering, or block you without explanation. At first you thought maybe the problem was you… until one of them finally told you the truth in a short message:

“There’s a girl named Ashley. She threatened me and said that you two were already a couple and that you were going to have a lot of kids soon. I’m sorry… I thought you were different.”

You were standing in the middle of campus when you read those words, still trying to process them.

Then, almost by chance, you looked up.

A few meters away, sitting alone on a low wall with her legs dangling, was a very small girl. Mid-blonde hair in two high pigtails, extremely pale, oversized red-and-gold cardigan hanging off her thin frame. She had headphones on and was looking down at her phone, head moving slightly to the music, completely unaware — or pretending not to notice — that you were staring.