I have been told more than once over the past two months that some of the best stories out there have been made purely out of spite for someone or something. I noticed that a lot of people are making videos about Yandere Simulator and keep pointing out that it'll never be finished since the game has been in development since 2014. The rival introduction video was shown to us in September 2016. Four and a half years ago. There is a story that Yandere Dev is withholding and since 2018, I have become a fanfiction writer.

I finally decided to try my hand at at least starting a Yandere Simulator story after I saw a video where 8 commentary Youtubers take aim at this game. I told myself I needed to try harder to make a story because we weren't given one and now here we are.

Special thanks to Dumbsville, Miss ZiZi, Wayward Wayta, MadLibbs, NezzieMonster, TheNamesJunkie, MangaKamen, and FuchsiaButter.

Without them, this story wouldn't exist.

Star of Akademi

A Day in the Life

Has anybody ever stopped whatever they were doing and thought to themselves how beautiful mornings can be?

Mornings were like life's way of telling you that the day ahead of you is going to be fine. That no matter what happens, you'll still be the same person tomorrow as you are right now.

For Taro Yamada, the peace that he felt in the morning as he curls up on his soft bed felt shorter and shorter. Like life in a way. There's always going to be less days ahead of you.

Why was peace so short-lived for him? Well…

"ONII-CHAN!" Taro angrily covers his ears as he hears his younger sister, Hanako, swing open the door to his room. The light of the hallway illuminating his world of darkness.

As she makes her way to his side, Taro thinks to himself. Once she gets to be his age, she'll know what he knows about mornings.

Despite being two years younger than him, Hanako seemingly has more energy as she puts his hands on his barely awake form and began shaking him.

"Onii-chan! It's friday! You don't want to be late, do you!?"

"Get out of my room!"

As Taro steps out of the house, he takes a second to look down at his bag. Mentally listing all the stuff he's sure that he's put into it.

He didn't get the chance to finish however, as the familiar voice of his childhood friend started to ring in his ears.

"You kept me waiting again!"

Enter: Osana Najimi.

Taro looks up and down at her as if he's seeing her for the first time. As far as style goes, Osana was definitely unique. Despite the lack of color on the school uniforms, she had made it obvious that her favorite color is orange.

The way she ties her long, orange hair into pigtails. Along with her choice of stockings that made her appear more formal than a girl that wasn't wearing any.

Osana, noticing that Taro is staring and not just looking at her, decides that it's best for her to relax a little this morning.

"Why… why don't you take a picture?" She says to him. "It'll last longer."

Taro sighs as he starts moving his feet. "You gotta be patient with me, Osana. I just don't have the energy today. I was up late last night reading a fanfic from this… excellent writer."

This is true. He is no stranger to teenage depression as he himself had experienced it in the fall of last year.

How he would describe it: No matter how hard he works or how careful he tries to be around people, he just can't be happy. Like that part of his brain that was working perfectly back when he was a child suddenly clicked off and couldn't be activated again.

For about a month, he would be sitting in a chair in his room aimlessly scrolling through video after video online and not be interested in even a single one. Hundreds of thousands of hours worth of content to watch, but doing so would be wasting away his youth.

He didn't have to lie to his family and say that he was fine. They never asked.

Then one night, something had worked out in his favor.

He was browsing through his phone late one night, unable to sleep. He had given up trying to fix his depression at this point.

For once, something did catch his attention. A fanfiction about a cartoon series, but it was displayed in a way that reminded him of a book he once read.

That book was A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway. A World War I story about an ambulance driver falling in love with a nurse.

Despite the story being an AU where characters being shipped are canonically brother and sister, Taro opened the story anyway. It was over seventy-five thousand words long and nobody can write that many words if they're not serious about what they're writing.

It took him three nights to finish that story and immediately after, moved onto another one. Two stories became five, then ten.

Pretty soon, Taro was almost sure that he'd read over a million words from this writer.

All of a sudden, he realized he wasn't thinking about how sad he was anymore. Everyday, he lives and breathes the stuff that this fanfiction writer had shown to the world.

This guy, Falgg1199, had pulled him out of depression like he pulled him out of a hole. That's a pretty big hole you're in, Taro. Here, let me help you up.

Some people just wouldn't understand how important fanfiction is to him now. Osana is one of them.

"Fanfiction!? That has got to be the stupidest thing I've heard you say!"

Taro was quick to argue. "Hey, don't rag on fanfiction! People work REALLY hard on those! How would you like it if I called anything that YOU read stupid!?"

Osana argues back as they continue walking together. "What's so great about fanfiction anyway!? I just think there are better things to read other than some otaku's power fantasy!"

As Akademi High School grows closer to them, Taro argues back one final time.

"You know, it takes real courage to show what you have made to the world. Show me the famous writer that DIDN'T share what he wrote."

Osana's face turned a bright red. Not out of anger, but of embarrassment. But she couldn't let Taro win this argument as she looks away from him. "D-Dummy!"

Taro shakes his head. It's no use trying to convince her. "Whatever."

Enjoying the sound of the fountain behind him, Taro smiles to himself as he continues with his book.

It was 'The Stand' by Stephen King. Falgg1199 had just started a new story that parodies this one.

He told himself that if he wanted to fully enjoy the work, he should also be reading the book that it was based off of.

The book was over 1,400 pages however, so it'll probably take a few weeks for him to finish. Kumiko Dere wouldn't mind if he continued renewing the due date if he wasn't done with it, right?

"Taro Yamada!"

Taro sighs. That voice he just heard can only mean one thing. Trouble.

He looks up to see the face of the proud Budo Matsuda. Dressed up in his finest karate gear. His red arm band worn proudly like any club leader would.

"So I see that you've still hadn't considered joining the martial arts club, I see!"

Shutting his book, Taro angrily stands up.

"Are you done talking to me, Budo!? I was just getting to the part where the virus is starting to spread across the United States!" He points to his book, not that Budo cared.

"Come on, man!" He starts to argue back. "Open your eyes! It's all fiction! It's not real! Look around you, buddy! You close that book and everything remains the same whether or not you opened it in the first place! Martial arts on the other hand…"

Budo finds himself interrupted however, by another student passing by during lunch break. "Oh my god! Is that The Stand!?"

Taro and Budo look at their fellow student. He is Shin Higaku, second in command and currently acting leader of the occult club, the spookiest club in Akademi.

"Uh… yeah." Taro said, holding the book up. "I just got done reading about this Larry guy and…"

"Oh man! I love Larry!" Shin happily said. Taro and Budo have never seen him, or any member of the occult club act like this before. They always gave off this creepy, almost depressing look to everybody and the fact that more than half of them appear to be missing an eye doesn't help much either.

Shin moves closer to Taro as the two start to walk away from an astonished Budo.

"I envy you, man!" He continues. "I finally found someone else who loves Stephen King as much as I do! I'm actually re-reading the Dark Tower series!"

"Do you… recommend it?" Questioned Taro.

Meanwhile, Budo just stood where he was. Like he was incapable of moving.

"What… what the heck just happened!?"

Taro had just made a new friend, Budo. That's what happened.

A few hours later, with the afternoon classes all wrapped up, Taro now finds himself in the computer lab where the members of the gaming club are looking at him.

But he's not the only one they're looking at. Sitting across him is Ryuto Ippongo. Wearing his lucky red hairband for the occasion. Ryuto and Taro have been friends since Middle School, but over time they just grew further and further apart just like what most friends would end up going through. This game is their solution to that.

Black and white squares lying beneath a number of plastic black and white pieces. A good, old-fashioned, game of classic chess.

Gema Taku, Pippi Osu, and Midori Gurin stare at their fellow game club member as he tries to come up with a good move while Taro just smiles. Ryuto has learned a lot since his very first game a couple weeks ago where he foolishly thought that he could win against his friend by having his king lead all his other pieces. He lost within sixty seconds after making that mistake.

While he may have improved since then, he still has a long way to go before he can even approach Taro's level of skill.

After taking another half a minute to make his decision, Ryuto finally makes a move.

"Pawn takes knight."

The three members of the gaming club look over to Taro as he makes his next move.

While he may not be as skilled as players like Magnus Carlsen, he would consider himself to be pretty close as he quickly closes in on Ryuto with his counterattack.

Having already anticipated his opponent's move three turns ago, he moves his queen to the b2 square. Trapping the enemy king.

"Checkmate. I win."

"WAIT!" Ryuto yells as he looks more closely at the board as if it's going to help him. "This isn't checkmate! This isn't check… Dang it! That was checkmate!"

Taro gets up from his seat before talking with him some more. "You're improving, Ryuto. Don't forget that. But the mistake you made this time is that you're focusing too much on your knights. My side of the board was way more developed by the time you started to focus on your other pieces.

Ryuto nods. "I knew I wasn't doing something right. I guess I just needed to hear it. Thanks Taro. Same time next week?"

"Count on it."

For all those who don't know, whenever someone in Japan enters or exits pretty much any building, they change shoes to prevent the dirt from the outside from spreading all over the place indoors.

It's a routine. One of many that can be found in this world, Taro thought. If people didn't make these routines, then it's up to nature. Leaves don't rake themselves when they fall from a tree. They often get buried deep underground and end up getting eaten by worms or something like that. A delicate, beautiful process that can only come from nature.

One can imagine his curiosity as he looks into his shoe locker and sees something completely out of the routine: a pink slip of paper.

As he reaches out to grab it, a thought ran across his mind. Today is friday. And what happens on fridays? Occasionally, a girl would confess her feelings to a boy that she likes under the cherry blossom tree strategically located behind the school.

He shakes his head as he puts the note in his pocket. If this isn't a joke and some girl really is going to tell him they're in love with him, they're going to be in for quite a let down.

He makes his way to the cherry blossom tree outside, ignoring the multiple faces looking his way.

The sun is in the perfect position in the sky for a love confession.

Taro brushes off a few blossoms from his hair as he approaches the tree.

If he ever gets into a romantic relationship with anybody, it won't be anything like what they show in the movies. Enemies becoming lovers, fake relationships, the secret royal/billionaire. A good story should stand up on it's own without any romance. If there is romance, it's not in the readers face. He lost track of how many books he's lost interest in because the author focused too much on the romance part of the story. Romance can be a great way to slow things down, but not for too long.

Then again, some people are just real suckers for romance.

This is a thought that Taro would never come back to as he looks up to see a familiar face looking back at him.

"Osana?"

"You… you kept me waiting… you dummy."

Osana Najimi. Literally translates to childhood friend.

The 'friends becoming lovers' trope, huh? Taro wishes he didn't have to hear whatever Osana has to say. If she confesses, she's not leaving this school a happy girl.

"Listen up, okay? Because… I have something… really important to say…"

"What is it?"

"You know, a lot of boys ask me to go out with them… but I always turn them down… It's not like I'm not interested in boys… I just didn't feel like dating anyone… except for one person…"

Oh boy, here we go.

"Who?"

"Someone who's always been there, right next to me… Up until now, I always thought of you as just a childhood friend. I was just trying to tell myself that, because I was afraid to admit my feelings.

But… after we had that conversation this morning… you made me realize that I can't keep lying to myself, and lying to you… I have to be honest with my feelings…

This is… so embarrassing, but… I can't stand just being friends anymore! Listen up, okay!? Because… it takes a lot of courage to say this!

…

I… I love you, you idiot!

Iloveyoumorethananythingintheworld!"

Taro crosses his arms as he sees Osana face the ground with her eyes closed. What was the last thing that she said?

She said it so fast he couldn't keep up. What in the world does she see in him?

"Osana…" He finally speaks out. "To tell you the truth… I think it's best that we just stay friends."

Osana opens her eyes and looks at Taro like he had told her that both his parents had been murdered. The tomodachi's on the verge of crying.

"Wh...What!? Is this… because of the way I treated you?"

"No. It's not that."

Now sounding more desperate, Osana starts to bargain. What kind of bargaining? The kind when trying to get someone to like you.

"I can… I can change! I… I… I can stop… I can…"

"Look Osana!" Taro interrupts her. "It's not you, okay? Any guy would be lucky to have you. I just don't… see you in that way, you know?

So… yeah. That's why we can't be in a relationship. We can't make it work."

Tears start running down Osana's face. Did Taro really hurt her that bad? "I...I don't understand!"

Taro starts to walk away. "You'll find someone else, Osana. He… or she… would treat you better than I can.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get home. Hanako would probably turn half the town upside down looking for me if I make her wait for too long.

Take care, okay? I'll see you around!"

As Taro walks away, Osana starts to yell at him.

"I don't WANT anyone else, you idiot! I just want you!"

It's too late.

Taro's at the bottom of the hill now. Osana falls to her knees and started weeping in her hands.

It's now a few minutes past six.

"So… how is it, onii-chan!?"

Dinnertime.

One of the only things that Taro couldn't do by himself in his room.

There was a time where he can remember that the Yamada family have eaten together as a family. The seats that mom and dad used to sit in are now empty. As the years went by, it seems that they've just been getting busier and busier.

His dad's a salaryman at Saikou Corp and his mom usually spends her afternoons by herself somewhere in town. 'Taking a walk' she usually says to him. Well, she's been doing a lot of that lately. Maybe being cooped up in the house can take a toll on a person's mental health.

They usually don't come home until late at night, so it's just him and his younger sister nine days out of ten.

He looks down at his food. Chicken nuggets that were frozen not an hour ago and rice freshly prepared in the microwave.

He then looks at his smiling sister as he answers her question. "Well, you certainly do know how to use the oven, I guess."

Hanako, now angered, talks back. "You could have AT LEAST said thank you!"

Taro scratches his head. He loves his sister. Why is he treating her like this? He knows better than that.

"I'm sorry sis. Thanks for cooking so that I don't have to."

Hanako, taking this as an opportunity, decides to take advantage.

"Nope! Sorry! You're too late!"

"Hmm? Late for what? I just said I'm sorry."

"Okaa-san told me once that if you ever apologize to a person, actions speak louder than words."

"Okay… so what do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

Hanako blushes as she looks down on the table.

"How about you… kiss me on the cheek. Then we'll be even."

Taken aback by his sister's request, Taro slams his hands on the table, scaring his sister.

"THAT'S IT! I'M DONE WITH TODAY! Good night, Hanako!" He yells as he makes his way to his room for the night.

Hanako, now desperate to spend more time with her brother, tries to reach out to him.

"Wait! Onii-chan! I'm sorry!"

It's too late. She heard him slam his door from the other side of the house.

Late at night, Taro is scrolling down a list of stories on a fanfiction website. Something quickly catches his eye.

"Oh cool. Falgg just uploaded a new chapter."

The chapter he then pulled up was over six-thousand words long.

He spent half an hour reading it, followed by a full hour of indulging himself to his thoughts that came from what he had just read. He likes to think that it's not unusual for readers to think this way. The enjoyment doesn't stop the second one closes a book. Or in his case, a laptop.

He fell asleep on his bed the second the excitement that kept him up had worn off.

This concludes a day in the life of Taro Yamada.

The second I find enough inspiration to write Chapter 2, I'll get to work. Thanks for reading!