Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

A Little Bit of Ruin

Don't worry, he won't.

"That's not very reassuring, Drem," she answered, placing a blueberry in her mouth. He didn't respond to her, however. Instead, she saw her phone appear on the counter before it was pushed over to her. She figured that he was telling her to just order the items regardless. Before she could go look at a shopping site for paint, her phone rang and signaled that her mother was once again calling her.

It was the usual inspection call, and (f/n) reassured her mother that everything was fine and not to worry. The call ended a few minutes later, but she could only assume that Drem was listening intently to everything, especially since the cold feeling he gave off had become more intense. He was doing a good job of maintaining his overprotective trait. This only worried her for when she would leave tomorrow.

Pushing that troubling thought aside, she went onto the internet and started to look for reasonable paint prices. She considered the colors that would be needed for Drem's request and figured that some bright, otherworldly colors would suit the night sky nicely. After she found the paint that seemed like the best option, she ordered it and expected it to arrive mid-afternoon. "We won't be able to start until the paint arrives. Looks like I'll be working somewhat into the evening."

Why can't you start sooner? You have that other paint.

"Drem, the red walls in the room need to be painted over with white paint, so that the red doesn't show beneath the lighter colors in the murals. Painting the walls completely white will take some time in itself. Honestly, I'll be surprised if I even finish one fourth of one wall today."

Can't you work through the entire evening?

"I need sleep, Drem. Besides, remember, I wanted to show you something tonight. I know that this painting job means a lot to you, but I think that you'll like what I have to show you."

Oh, I almost forgot. Do I get any hints about what it is? Perhaps, you're going to confess your undying love for me. That would be a splendid surprise.

Her face deadpanned. "Not in the slightest, but you'll like it."

I suppose that I'll just have to wait, then. I look forward to it. While we're waiting for this paint to arrive, how about we use the other paint to paint something on a piece of paper? We each take a turn to add something to the paper and see what we come up with.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're going to make something perverted or something to try and get me to like you?" she asked before she took another bite of her food, getting some whipped crème on her nose. Her hand reached for her napkin, only to find it already at her nose and wiping off the substance.

We could also paint with whipped crème~

Snatching the used napkin from his invisible grip, she crumpled it up and threw it in the direction that she thought him to be in. "Knew it. I'll shove a whipped crème pie in your face instead. Then again, that wouldn't work," she muttered out, annoyed that she couldn't actually hit him.

So, is it a yes or no to the original idea? Or, should we do something else with our time? I can come up with many more options.

"I'm sure that you can, but we'll go with your original idea. I'll make sure that you don't paint anything stupid. I'll be guiding the painting, just remember that."

Yes, yes, I understand. I'll keep my perverted thoughts to myself, though; you do tempt me sometimes. Those cute expressions of yours do make a man's heartbeat quicken, and don't get me started on that lovely voice of yours. It's music to my ears.

Groaning, she ate the rest of her breakfast and placed the dishes in the sink before she started to wash them. When she was done, she grabbed a piece of paper and set it on the counter. She retrieved the paint and paintbrush next. Once everything was there, she grabbed a plate and squirted paint in small sections on the glass. (F/n) took up the paintbrush first and dipped it in some green paint.

As the painting continued on its path of growth, a picture slowly started to form. Even though there was an image taking shape, she couldn't place what it was. Drem would seemingly add a line, curve, etc. in the most random of places, while she tried to turn it into something. A picture would form in her mind, but Drem's next move would always ruin it. In other words it was incredibly frustrating. There were a few moments where she wanted to rip the paintbrush from his grasp and just paint on her own.

After two hours of adding more and more to the piece of paper, she signaled that they should stop. She looked over the work and crossed her arms. It looked like some sort of flower field. (F/n) couldn't tell what type of flowers they were, but they were definitely flowers. A setting sun was in the background, and she wondered how they had managed to create the image before her. "I'm honestly surprised by this result. I thought that it was going to turn out horribly."

Have a little more faith in my abilities, but, still, it just shows that we can create something amazing together. We're obviously made for the other. Just think about what we could've done if I still had my body.

"Don't get carried away there, pervert. If we painted another, it probably wouldn't turn out like this."

Shall we try again, then?