Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Gambler x F. Election Observer Reader

*inspired by Kakegurui's amazing insanity

There was a school known for its over-the-top system of excellence. Grades meant nothing to the establishment nor did any semblance of community work. The only talent recognizable was the ability to thrive in the pits of gambling. Students of all kinds attended said school, many from wealthy and prominent families all across the nation. If you weren't careful, you would end up in a pool of debt, unable to pay your way out of being a housepet.

And what exactly was a housepet? Why, it was a slave to the whims of the succeeding populace. The bottom one hundred students would be made one and forced into subjugation for their inability to gamble. However, after the decree of the student council president to engage in a free for all gamble election, things were not so simple. The sublime power of becoming the president of Hyakkao Private Academy sent everyone into a frenzy.

Everyone had one chip to gamble with. The election was as simple as casting a vote. No, whoever had the most election chips at the end of the thirty-day time limit would become the new student council president. As such, gambling was commencing at a rapid rate, and to cope with the thought of cheating, the election observers were supervisors to ensure it would not occur. Dressed in orange-colored animal sweaters, they stood by every match no matter how small or large and ensured absolute neutrality.

Member (Y/n) of the election committee watched over a match in progress. It was a small gamble, people with only one chip playing in an attempt to have some hold over others. If they acquired enough, they would be able to gamble with the higher candidates. Still, as shown by her orange kitten sweater, it assured no cheating would occur. It was a good thing that no one decided to try anything or she would have had to inflict punishment.

. . .

There was a male that was well off in both wealth and talent in gambling. He had silver hair and striking dark blue eyes, a self-made millionaire by his skill. Truth be told, the male had not really enjoyed the act of gambling. He had long since been bored by it even if there was a time he truly enjoyed the act. At that point in time, he preferred what he got out of gambling, especially if it had to do with his own special desires.

Sure, he had partaken in a few gambles for the presidential election, but he wasn't particularly interested in it. It wasn't as if he'd get something he wanted and couldn't have. It was just a bit more power, and all for nothing, really. He wanted something more...substantial. And though everyone stared at him with curiosity for participating in only small matches despite his large number of election chips, he had perfect reason for it.

In fact, the male had been invited to a gambling match. There were a couple of nobodies playing, hoping to score off some of his chips. He didn't mind it either. As he walked into the classroom they were using, he surveyed the space. His eyes scanned everything from the tables to the chairs, the cards, the people, and the attending election observer. The male looked very closely at her but gave a sharp sigh when he found it was a girl in an orange puppy sweater with a cheerful grin. Unfortunately, he turned to leave.

"Wait, Azai!" one of the would-be gamblers called in a panic, "Weren't you going to play with us?"

"I'm not so interested anymore. Try again next time."

It had been like that for quite some time. It was about a week into the gambling tournament for the student council president's position, and he refused almost all offers upon arrival at the scene. At that point, some people were beginning to put two and two together. In all of the matches that he played, it didn't matter how many people were playing, the type of game, the stakes, even the room they were in. It was all about the presence of a certain election observer.