OBSESSION: A Yandere Sim Fanfiction [F!Reader x M!Rivals] REMAKE

[Obssesion: Chapter Four]

'About 11 am to 10 pm, what could possibly take that long?'

[Chpater Three End]

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 Y/n yawned, stretching her arms out after being awoken by the sun. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, trying to get the sleep out of her. She sits for a while, a bit out of it. She groaned, rubbing her temples, attempting to remember what happened yesterday. 

A sound escaped her, one of realization. 'Right, that's what happened,' she mumbles. She looks around her room and seeing a folded futon and a light blue blanket on top.

 Y/n crawls out of her bed -- leaving disheveled blankets in her place. Messy, tangled hair and untidy clothes, Y/n walked out of her room.

Y/n trails down the staircase, holding on to the wooden support beams. She rubbed her eye's reaching the final steps and placing her feet on the ground floor -- "I have a headache," she'd gentle mumble to herself, walking towards the kitchen.

She raised her head, her still unkempt hair moving along with her. She sniffed, 'Bacon, sausage, pancakes and...? Blueberry muffins.' 

She peeked around the pillar beam separating the kitchen and living room,

 "I didn't know you could cook Odayaka-san." He flinched, almost dropping the tongs he was using to place the greasy food on the separate plates -- until then, Y/n had been silent footsteps and all. He hadn't even heard the door open! The house was small, and sound traveled quickly.

Amao continued inserting muffin batter into liners and pancake batter onto an iron skillet after exiting his thoughts. "Yes, my family owns a bakery, and I just kinda learned how. And you can call me Amao. I don't use my family name much," Y/n laughs after hearing his answer. Amao looks back slightly, confused but quickly rotates his head, not wanting charcoal for breakfast -- watching the pancakes waiting for the right time to flip them. "I mean said, quote 'I didn't know you could cook Odayaka-san' when legitimately just met you yesterday. And I'd love to call you Amao."

Amao chuckles, placing the muffin tray into the oven, setting the timer, "You also let me into your house. I could have been a serial killer!" Y/n sheepishly rubs her head, laughing awkwardly, "Well...you're not the first random I've met once and let inside." Amao paused, grip tightening on the spatula he was using to flip the pancakes. Another person? Was it a girl a...!Boy!? Who?

 "His name Osoro! He saved me from these weird guys!" Amao paused, picking up the two pancakes with the tongs ready to start another batch...? Had he said that out loud to was Y/n just a mind reader. "I'm not a mind reader, but that be pretty cool!" Amao blushed, checking the timer for the muffins, "I-i said that o-out loud, how embarrassing!"

Y/n laughed at the boy's embarrassment, "It's fine, don't be embarrassed!" Amao ears red continued cooking, finishing another set of pancakes and placing them on the plates -- ten minutes passed by, only the sound of sizzling grease entering their ears until Y/n spoke up. "Hey, Amao?" he hummed, a sound of questioning leaving him.

*Ring *Ring

*Ring *Ring

"Have you seen a girl with black hair in a ponytail or a male with sorta messy blond hair, a scar on his face?" Amao, stay quiet for a moment as he reached over to turn the oven dial off -- those descriptions seem familiar. It must be a coincidence besides, why is she asking for another guy, 

 "No, I haven't. Why?" Y/n sighs, looking worried. "It's nothi-,"

*Thump

Y/n and Amao immediately turn their heads towards the sound. Amao watches Y/n bolt to the front door. 

 Seconds later, he hears muffled yelling. 

Amao turns back to the oven pulling the muffins out. Eight fresh-baked blueberry muffins all placed in clear liners ready to be eating, 'They look good.'

Amao begins to prepare his and Y/n plates -- While Y/n walks back into the kitchen with two downcast-faced people behind her.

Amao smiles at Y/n, ignoring the two behind her -- after all, they don't matter. He holds both his and her plate in his hands. "Y/n I've finished the food this here's your plate." Two pairs of eyes shoot up simultaneously.

"Pretty Boy!?/Odayaka-san?" 

"What are you doing here?!"

Amao nearly drops the ceramic plates he held in his hands, which would be somewhat bad since they're not even his plates -- Rather, it's not even his house! I mean, imagine how awkward it'd be breaking something in someones else things.

Amao stared at the picture in front of him because he was confused. The quiet and expressionless Ayano who'd seemed to have the presence of a shadow, always lurking. 

 She was cold and distant -- sure she managed to make friends with the socialite, Kokona Haruka with, rather large 'assets' and her socialite friend, Saki Miyu. And lastly, the energetic but lonely green hair girl from the gaming club, Midori Gurin. Even then, Ayano was always off. 

 Like she was friends with them only out of the obligation to seem...normal. It was like there was some sick motivation that drove her to make her decisions.

It's enough that Ayano was here, but Osoro! Osoro, the school delinquent who was STILL on suspension -- the equally cold and distant male with very apparent anger issues and very easily pissed off. 

WHY WHERE THEse -- THese weirdos in her house!

Ayano stared at the brown-haired male, her arms crossed below her chest as she continued to tap her left foot on the floor. She'd gotten fed up with visible irk marks scattered across her face. "Are you going to answer the question or not?! Why. Are. You. In. My. House?"

Amao paused stunned, "This..." His finger circled around before stopping and pointing at Ayano, "is YOUR house?!"

Y/n chuckled awkwardly, "I forgot to mention, this is my sister's place. I'm moving in from America."

Amao spluttered unrecognizable Bits and pieces of words, before growing paled and fainting, 'Sister?!'

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Well there's the chapter. I tried to give Y/n more of a personality, didn't work out well. um..idk if I'll post any more but if I do hold on to the thought that after each update that I may or may not do there's a chance it'll be that last.
This was stupid.

Um...Bye!
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