SCARED || Yandere KNY x reader ||

A bitchy rich and his underlings.

This is the last period. Art. And I, y/n, absolutely stinks!!! I'm really bad!!! I sighed sadly at my desk. In art class, I sit next to the king of pop himself, Muzan. Ughhhh. Like, he's hot but like, an asshole. In the game, he is filthy rich and a complete prick. His route is one of the hardest. The hardest being Obanai since he's head over heels for Mitsuri. Anyway, Muzan was just staring at me. Like really hard. It made me uncomfortable. Jeez, leave me alone, will ya? Though, there was a bright side! The art teacher was Tamayo! She's soooo pretty!!!! 

- Hello. I will be your art teacher this year. Call me Tamayo sensei. This is Yuichiro, my assistant. To start of the year, we thought that it would be a good idea to do a two person project. -

Oh yay! Two people project, ill ask Nezuko-

- You will do it with the person sitting in front of you.

NO!!! Whyyyyyyyy!!!! This is cruel! abuse! Muzan in the game is abusive and narcissistic! Hell, he hurt my character in the game multiple times! I am pretty sure I made a discontented face since Muzans smirk widdened. 

- what? Not happy to have me as a partner?

- No. You kind of look like an asshole.

His smirk dropped and he glared at me.

- i can ruin you. I can make your life a living hell.

- Go ahead, prick. Your bark is bigger than your bite.

Ok. I know what you may be thinking, y/n WTF ARE YOU DOING!!! And the reason is...

He pisses me off. In general. And I know he can ruin me, I mean, he's rich as hell. He could by my house and everything inside easily. Thus, I'm being a bit suicidal. We remained in silence as Tamayo explained that it will be a sculpture. Oh, I'm good at that. The project will last for two weeks. Goddamnit...

The bell rang and I got out of there. I went to my locker after saying goodbye to Nezuko. I got my things and was going towards the exit when someone grabbed my collar from behind. Wtf-

I was dragged to an empty classroom and was thrown on the ground.

- Ow, what the hell-

Is that Muzan, Kokushibo and Douma? Mkkkkkk. 

- What the fuck do you want?!

- You are a naïve bitch.

He walked closer and grabbed the front of my head by leaning down. He hit my head hard on the wall behind. OUCH!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY!!!! 

- what the fuc-

he grabbed the top of my head. He harshly tugged my face upwards.