There's a STALKER in my attic! [Yandere! Boy X Reader]

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One way or another.

Seiichiro watched you from the corner of his eye. He didn't realize that he had been grinning, almost from amusement. But no. It was because of joy. If this kept up.. no one would want to befriend you. No one.

He reached to hover his hand over his face a bit, his focused yellow eyes revealing his most sadistic and selfish desires.

'[Y/N] won't have any friends.'

'No one to turn to.'

'Only me.'

'I'll make it so she can only look at me..'

'Talk to me...'

'Fill her thoughts with only me..'

'She won't go a day without me.'

'Even if it breaks her.'

Seiichiro could no longer contain his excitement, and released countless low chuckles, earning everyone's attention. His hand was tightly clenching his face. "Yuuki, what's so funny?" Sensei Iki would ask, snapping him from his trance. The male brought his hand down, looked around, and remembered the current setting he sat in. All eyes were now on him.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought about something funny... sorry for disturbing the class." He admitted. Iki smiled, pleased with his manners. "Always so polite, thank you." After her compliment, she'd proceed filling the heads of her students with knowledge.

>[Time: 9:00 AM]<

Your class had just came to an end. While standing from your seat, you turned to Seiichiro, who lowered his pencil in his left hand. He stared at you, and you stared right back. "Hey, Yuuki... Don't you think it's about time to tell everyone? The girls are giving me glares.." Meanwhile, the other packed his belongings, only after he was finished did he respond.

"I'll tell them, don't worry. But in the meantime, we'll call each other by our first names. That way.. it won't seem very suspicious." He said as he passed by you, and walked on over to the door. "I'll get going now, see you later [Y/N]."

You gave a look of discomfort as he left. There was a terrible, heart-sinking feeling about all of this. "Why does it feel like he wants us to become an actual couple..?"

Due to your muttering, you weren't able to realize someone approaching behind you. However, once they grew close enough, you were able to feel their pressure. Your feet pivoted to turn, but in truth, you weren't very fast enough. Immediately, cold liquid splashed against your face, soaking your hair and the entirety of your shirt.

Laughter filled the room, although the main culprit of the ambush wasn't one of them. Her expression was greatly hurt, tears nearly came to the surface. Blue eyes, red hair, petite body, and average height frame. She held an emptied bottle.

You raised your hand to touch your face, until you lowered your [E/C] hues onto your drenched clothes in utter shock. "Ya... Yatsouba... Why would you-"

Kirigiri stomped her foot angrily, immediately hushing you. "Shut up! You know... exactly what you did wrong. It's clear that I'm the victim here, so don't put on an act!" Her words caused your eyes to shift away. She wasn't completely wrong.

You stared at the numerous bystanders, who decided to watch you get humiliated by a girl overcome by jealousy. Eventually, you looked back at her. "Listen... Seiichiro and I.. it was just a misunderstanding. We.. aren't dating. He used it as an excuse to break up with you."

The room grew quiet.

Kirigiri felt streams of tears roll down her cheeks. Her heart had been aching in steep pain by this truth. However, due to her stubborn, and hateful attitude, she didn't stop just yet. Her teeth would grit and she rose her hand, preparing to slap you.

You closed your eyes. It was well deserved.

A sharp noise echoed throughout the room, your right cheek was red and stung greatly, and in contrary, Kirigiri's hand wad also red. Your cocked head turned to face her slowly, with narrowed eyes. Kirigiri raised her hand again, until finally; someone stopped her.

"Right, I've seen enough. Leave [L/N] alone. Wasn't splashing water at her enough?"

The unfamiliar male held onto her wrist with an intent stare, as his eyebrow had remained lifted. Kirigiri brought her wrist away with force, and wiped her eyes. "This doesn't concern you, Iisei.."

Neiji Iisei; 3rd year. He wasn't the nicest, nor was he the meanest. Typically, he is described to be neutral, and the majority of the time he is a very laid back person.

His appearance wasn't anything special; he wore black, rectangular glasses and had black hair. Those yellow eyes were also familiar, however his would compare to that of a wolf's.

In an instant, he shook his head. "I can't just watch you bully her. If you leave now, then I won't tell the teachers about this. I know you're not stupid, the last thing you'd do is stay."

Even if her anger had not been relinquished entirely, she still had enough sense with her to leave. She grunted out of mild frustration.

After the problematic girl had left, Neiji would sigh, stroking the nape of his neck. "That girl-- Oh." He then paused momentarily, just before he started to remove his uniform blazer. Realizing what he was doing, you frantically waved your hands. "Ah! You don't need to-"

Suddenly, he forced his sleeved clothing against your face, fully aware of what your next words would be. "Take it, and give it back. I don't care when." He brought his hand back and tucked it into his pocket, leaving the room with his bag. You blinked profusely, unable to develop any protests.

In defeat, you brought your arms through the sleeves, putting it on comfortably. It was a bit large on you.

[Chapter END]