My Girlfriend is My Bully!! Tsundere! OC x Yandere! Makoto Tachibana

Chapter 1: Fateful Finding

Makoto scratched his head with his index fingernail as he watched the dandruff fall from his scalp onto his desk, his head propped up gently by his large hand. He sighed as his eyes wandered the classroom checking to see if anyone noticed his choice of an activity to cure his boredom. Makoto was special, at least that's what his mother told him. He had a good heart and that's all that mattered.

"Makoto, did you have crackers? There's crumbs on your desk." A calm voice questioned him. "No Haru, I don't have crackers. These were here before I sat down." He lied. Haru did not care nor did he ever pay attention to Makoto when he wanted him to. He wasn't gay for Haru or anything but he just wished that his love for him would be reciprocated.

"Oh okay." Haru turned his attention back to the window, and just like that the conversation was over. It was small, dismissive things like that. Makoto wanted to feel loved, seen, heard. He learned many years ago that his feelings for Haru had to be pushed away. Someone better, more expressive, would come along and make him feel like the only guy in the world... One day.

Makoto could only sigh as he returned to scratching his head and creating his own makeshift snowfall. Miss. Ama held back a gag as she put down her coffee mug to really watch Makoto and what he was doing instead of his homework. She wondered what powdered substance it was that she was cleaning off of Makoto's desk every day for awhile now. Her hand slowly covered her mouth as she came to the realization, that child really made her worry.

The school bell finally rang and everyone began to rise from their seats and head out the doors to their respective eating areas. Haru quickly stood and made his way to the exit without looking back, confident Makoto would follow behind him. Makoto was still seated, eyes glued to Haru's tight booty cheeks in his uniform pants. Damn. He thought. He watched the cheeks disappear into the crowd. "What the hell?! He left me! He didn't even look back once..." Makoto muttered to himself.

The classroom was void of any student other than Makoto now and Miss. Ama silently crept to his desk. "You okay Makoto? Do you need help with anything?" Her soft, warm voice made the tip of Makoto's ears burn red as he realized she most likely heard his pathetic comment on Haru's carelessness for him.

He stood suddenly, fumbling with his bag and papers as he tried to leave this embarrassing situation. He chuckled awkwardly, "No ma'am, thank you though! Gotta go! Haha!" She didn't have enough time to get a word in before he scrambled towards the exit of the classroom like a deer. Miss. Ama's deep sigh to herself was quickly followed by a loud thud and a crash of papers that echoed through the halls.

"Are you stupid bitch?! Why are you running out the class like a damn fool, you can't see there's a door here? Fucking idiot, move man!" A high pitched voice cussed him. "I-I'm s-sorry!" Makoto stuttered. "Ew, and you be stuttering? You're a fucking loser get out of my way before I punch you." Makoto's eyes began to water and his throat hurt from how hard he was holding back tears from both the fresh scab on his knee and the harsh words from the girl he bumped into.

Miss. Ama's heeled footsteps hurried over to the classroom door and she gasped at the sight of the two students. She read the situation immediately based on Makoto's teary eyes and submissive stance and her troublesome student's furrowed eyebrows and balled up fists. "Charleeze" Miss. Ama sternly began. "What did we learn today about dignity, kindness, and respect?" Charleeze's attention was solely on Makoto. He was staring at her. Hard. There was only one thing that pissed Charleeze off more than stupid idiots and that was staring.

Makoto was lost in chocolate brown eyes, they were the most beautiful orbs he'd seen in his life. Upturned, almond shaped. They weren't like Haru's, they weren't uninterested. There was rage in her eyes, pure anger. It turned him on. The redness in his face spread to his neck and chest as blood began to rush to the lower parts of his body. He didn't even process his uniform pants getting tighter, not until those precious brown eyes fell down from his own green orbs to his growing boner.

Charleeze's brows somehow managed to furrow even more, her mouth slowly began to separate as her face screwed up at the pathetic sight in front of her."What the fuck is wrong with you." Her tone was sharp, she wasn't asking him a question. She was demanding an answer. She stepped closer to Makoto as he backed himself up against the wall, the tip of her Nike slides coming ever so close to the tip of his hardened member underneath his pants.

Makoto gulped and his hands shook underneath him. She had stood up almost as quickly as she fell and he remained on the floor, only to look up at her with fear and excitement. A bald headed woman!

Charleeze was in fact completely bald, she had shaved her head before flying to Japan in an attempt to deter strangers from touching her hair. But instead opened herself up to everyone believing she is an alien.

His eyes fell back to her feet. It's snowing outside, why is she wearing sandals? She's so badass. Makoto's mouth began to water and saliva slowly dripped down the side of his nonexistent lips.

Her fists clamped tighter as she grew irritated, it was clear she was about to hurt him. Miss Ama, in an attempt to save Makoto from this unfortunate situation, cleared her throat and spoke. "Charleeze do not worry about the worksheets, I'll pick them up. Thank you for your help you can go now, I'll see you tomorrow!" She nervously smiled with both her eyes and her mouth, she was just as scared of Charleeze as Makoto was in this moment.

Charleeze didn't even look up at the teacher desperately trying to help the idiot boy who sat in front of her. Still completely mute, and astounded by her beauty. Makoto couldn't even breathe anymore he held his breath to admire her in the short time he could, she had the most beautiful shade of brown skin and her eyelash extensions were touching the hairs of her lowered eyebrows. From where he was sitting, Makoto could almost sniff the enraged aroma coming from Charleeze's vagina.

Makoto's heart stopped as she lowered her face to level it with his, her eyes still on his crotch. He took the opportunity to look down as well, immediately stuttering again trying to find the words that he could possibly use to explain such a strange reaction from being yelled at and threatened.

"I-I... You're jus- Yo- I've neve-" He started.

"Shut up, freak" She finished.

She turned on her heel, her toe brushing up against his crotch as she did so. It kinda hurt, but he liked it. He watched with his mouth still open as her big, plump, ass jiggled when she walked. She was shaped like an hourglass and he had never seen anybody with such a marvellous shape like hers, not in real life.

Why's this kid always embarrassing himself? Miss Ama pondered in her head as she let out a sigh of relief. If Makoto had gotten his ass whooped in that moment, no one would've been able to save him, and she would've lost her job for not stepping in. So Charleeze choosing to leave the situation was a miracle for the both of them. She made her way to a stunned Makoto and crouched in front of him to pick up the papers he had made Charleeze drop.

"Cmon honey, you can stay here with me if you'd like. I'll be here for a few more hours marking... Can I suggest you see a therapist? You seem troubled." Makoto shot up, allowing his concerned teachers words to flow through one ear and out the next. "I've gotta go." He exclaimed absentmindedly, his eyes still following the silhouette of Charleeze as she devastatingly faded from his sight.

He fixed himself to his knees and scrunched up the papers on the ground in his hand and stuffed them in his bag quickly, pulling down on his pants so his hard on would have more room to breathe.

That girl he just met, that was the love of his life. He just knew it.