A/N- Ugh, with a Oblivious!Reader and a Mastermind!Yandere!Senpai... This clocks in with exactly 1684 words. Anyways, if anyone wants a part two, comment. If even one person wants it, I'll do it. ALSO, there are some notes I put. Only when the mood was right though... Which means I edited which notes made the final cut. Rest in 'scrapped writing' heaven, bro. Sorry if you made yoself read this long-ass author's note. Ontothe story!
Taro Yamada...
Just the name sent a pleasurable shiver up your spine, butterflies in your stomach, and made a small, shy smile to appear on your face. You leaned across the lockers, absentmindedly watching the school gates, waiting for Taro, or rather, Senpai. He was a year older than you, and he loved to rub that in your face. He also ruffled your (h/c) hair, which always made you blush because you were so short... And he was taller... And it was just so unfair! Even as you think this, your cheeks are dusted with a faint pink. You don't really mind it when he ruffles your hair. It's just... Ah, this was so hard to put into words! Whatever.
Senpai was just... He treated you so kindly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world and he was your knight in shining armor.
Senpai, with his adorable yet peculiarly styled hair, his gorgeous eyes. Everything about him screamed perfection. Even his uniform, was always starkly pressed, no rumples allowed. It was odd, so you decided to ask him about it.
Surely, Senpai's mother or father must get so tired with all that tedious ironing!
Or maybe Senpai does it himself... That doesn't sound much like him, though...
Luckily for you, Senpai just walked in, and spotted you. He waved wildly, and you reddened. He always does this but it's always as embarrassing when all the students look at you.
Senpai ran up to you, grinning. He's panting slightly, and your breath hitches as you notice his flushed cheeks and goofy smile. "Hey, (Y/N)!"
"Senpai," you hushed him, cheeks stained with leftover pink. You glance at Senpai's uniform, which is starch clean. Again. "Hey, Senpai..."
Senpai shot you a curious look, "Yeah?" The two of you head to Senpai's locker since you had earlier used yours and didn't need it.
"Why is your uniform always so uh, pristine?"
What? You wanted to impress your Senpai, so you used a fancy word. No biggie.
Senpai stiffened, and he wouldn't look at you. His previously relaxed smile now tightened and looked more like a fake stretch of his lips. You frowned, hoping you hadn't upset him. "Senpai?"
"No reason," he told you, grimacing.
You decided to drop it out of respect for your Senpai. "Okay..." you trailed off.
The two of you didn't talk until you got to class, to which he cracks a joke and you laugh at his awful pun. Then he told you this oddly intriguing story about a diary phone and a yandere. "Haha, kinda like how I'm a yandere and I murder for you," Senpai said.
You laughed with him in a jolly way.
"And that's what happened," Senpai finished, in a ghostly yet extremely loud whisper.
Your teacher looked at Senpai, looking annoyed. "Taro-kun, please switch with... Saki-chan."
Senpai pouted, making you giggle, but moved anyway.
Your seat was sitting right next to the windows, second to last seat in the back.
Duh. Protag-kun's seat for the win. Although I guess it's Protag-chan here.
Saki hurried over to your seat, cyan twin tails swinging back and forth in a mesmerizing way. Swish, swish. They were amazing things. Although her boobs were more impressive. Second to Coconut-head.
"(L/N) (Y/N), right?" Saki asked as she sets her stuff down.
You snap back to attention. "Uh... Yeah."
"Oh, cool! So you're the one who skipped a year, right?"
"I, uh... Yeah." You blushed. It was quite a well known fact that you had skipped a grade, but it had been back in your middle school years, as Americans would say.
Your family was moving to America soon. You push that thought away.
You try to focus on the teacher and the lesson, but a few minutes later, Saki pokes you with a pencil.
The sharp point of a pencil.
You smother a gasp of pain-was Saki trying to draw blood? What a bitch.
Luckily your palm only has an indentation of a point in it.
You attempt to burn your eyes into her. "What?" you hissed.
She looks over to you, eyes dead serious.
Your eyes widen, as you had not been expecting a serious Saki was possible.
"Have you heard of the rumors...?"
"What rumors?" you whispered back.
You felt a pair of eyes staring into you.
Shifting, you listen to Saki's response.
"How have you not- Never mind. Have you noticed that boys are mysteriously disappearing, and on occasion, girls?" Saki mysteriously asked, peering at you.
You gape at her, mouth hanging open for a long moment before your teacher interrupts the white noise your brain is hearing with a sharp, "(Y/N)-chan! Stop gaping like a fish and pay attention."
You nod, but you can barely feel yourself do this.
There's a murderer in this school.
And that murderer
just
might
kill
YOU.
The last you can remember is Senpai running over to your side, and asking if you're okay. He sounds weird. Mad? No, he's furious.
Or maybe it's just your brain imagining shit up...
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sHE CoULD
GUeSS i'LL
You awake to find yourself laying down on a bench a few feet away from Senpai's usual spot at lunch. The fountain.
Senpai glances at you warmly. "(Y/N)-chan! I'm so glad you're up!"
You stand up on your wobbly knees, and stumble your way over to Senpai.
Well, you try to but you almost fall on your face. Stupid klutz.
Luckily, Senpai rushes over with amazing speed, and catches you.
Oddly enough, he's not even slightly out of breath like he usually is.
You add this to the list of odd things you're just noticing (which include his almost too clean uniform and the rumor Saki told you and the fact that it seems to be true)..
But all that is pushed away when he gazes into your (e/c) eyes and you gaze into his chocolate brown eyes.
Your heart pounds loudly in your ears, as your face nears his and your eyelids flutter shut, expecting warm, soft lips.
But then there's nothing but air kissing your lips, so your eyes pop open, revealing your (e/c) eyes once again.
Senpai's face looks disappointed but determined. His lips are set in a straight line. His lips that you were just going to taste. You let out a sigh of wistfulness.
He puts you down, and the two of you walk to the fountain-with you leaning on him.
You both sit down on the edge of the fountain.
"What happened?"
Senpai spares you a glance, before hunching over and staring at his hands as they weave together and apart-again and again. "You blacked out in class. I took you to the nurse. When I visited the nurse again, about twenty minutes ago, she said you would wake up soon."
"Oh," you digest all this information, nodding to yourself.
A flash of red startles you, and you're reminded of the fact that there is a murderer in this school.
The red turns out to be a girl's ribbon on her sailor uniform. She's hiding behind the sakura tree and you can barely make out the words. "Next Friday, I'll confess to my Senpai..."
You tune out the rest, a sense of horror settling over you. Suffocating.
Senpai glances at you, looking worried. "(Y/N)-chan?"
Your eyes snap back to him, and your breathing slows. "Thank you."
"Anything for you," he casually grins.
Your cheeks turn pink but you nod anyway and look away.
"I have to tell you something..."
"Sure, (Y/N)-chan!"
"I'm moving to America."
Silence.
Senpai has gotten up, and turned away from you.
"S-Senpai? My father got a job offer."
"I'm sorry," you whisper, hating the way Senpai walks away and doesn't come back until lunch is over.
Your stomach growled, and you frown. Getting up, you walk over to your locker and take out your lunch. You notice Senpai morbidly staring at his open locker but decide to leave him alone. He is your love interest, ya know.
You know he cares about you a lot.
You frown again.
You're going to miss your Senpai.
When you visit the nurse to thank her, you notice that the usual syringe and all the drugs are gone.
The nurse looks odd as well, head hanging low and eyes dull.
"Hey, did you notice that-" The nurse walks right past you, out into the hallway.
Confused, you follow her. You have an awful feeling about this.
She seems to have a loose grip on something in her pocket.
Is that... a knife?
Shrieking, you back away slowly.
Only to bump into a firm wall.
Arms wrap around you, around your chest.
You scream, hoping to draw attention, but everyone is in their soundproofed classrooms. What idiot designed that?
The arms tighten around you uncomfortably, squeezing your breasts in a way that makes you feel violated. Your knees tremble as you struggle to break away from the incredibly strong grip. As that superhero... Hulk, right? You try to distract yourself but it's no use... Bile rises up your throat as you try to ignore the aroused feeling your body is giving off. Because the only emotion you're feeling is terror. Is this person going to...
"Please, stop," you whisper, horrified of what this person can do to you.
A sharp needle invades your neck, penetrating a vein.
The drugs that were missing! your brain concludes before the drugs administer and your body refuses to listen to you. It goes limp, your eyelids sliding shut before a familiar voice hushes your whimpers. "(Y/N), it's okay. You're going to be happy."