Bandages (Yanderes X Reader)

Sweep

You shuffle into a stall in the girls bathroom and hold your stomach. Oh how you hate periods. The red speckling and the nausea was the red flag of a week of hell.

Take all the pills you want, nothing quells the stabbing pain in your abdomen and taste of iron in your throat.

While you are trying to take care of yourself, a certain white haired boy is losing his marbles.

His light gray, silvery eyes flock back and forth as he feels empty from your absence.

This is not ok. Not at all. He knows that merely being in your stunning presence will bring attention to him. You merely existing brings attention to you. A slight twist of Remi's heart jolts him when he sees you return, a pissed look on your features.

It was rather exciting. . .

He vaguely wonders if you get in fights often. After all, you did throw yourself in front of him, willing to be beat up by the blonde ass hole, Edmund Wilde. Teeth sink into his lips as he imagines you gently rubbing his bruises from bullies, marks of your own scattered on his neck.

"Remi ?" Your voice snaps him from his feverish thoughts.

"Y/n" he breathes, almost in a seductive way. You send him an odd look and roll your eyes before throwing your bag over your shoulders.

"It's time for class, Olives." You say, pointing at the clock. He sweetly smiles and gets up, dumping his tray into the trash.

"L/n" a deep voice says. You stop and look around. "L/n" Edmund says, scaring the shit out of you, as he was standing directly to your right.

"Jeez!" You gasp, putting a hand to your chest. "Not okay!"

Edmund Wilde's face only twists in distaste. "Listen, bi- I mean, L/n,"
Your eyes harden at his implied adjectives towards you.

"Can it blondie" you say, as you didn't yet know his name. You push past him, snagging Remi's hand.

Edmund rolls his neck in exasperation. Does she have to be this damn difficult?

"L/n" he grasps you by the shoulders, and unfortunately the hall has practically emptied now. Not that anyone would dare get between Edmunds target and his fist.

You yank yourself from his grasp, and latch your hand onto his wrist. Please work please work. Using your self as the fulcrum, you flip the asshole onto his back, causing him to land on the floor. Rage twitches over his features, and he grabs your legs, sweeping you onto the floor harshly.

Remi gasps, as you groan. Today is not a good freaking day to be doing this.

Once again, Edmund lifts you up by the scruff of your uniform, and looks you in the eye.

Damn she is infuriating. Stupid girl. I should have seen that move coming from a million miles away. It's just that Fuhashi has been acting so strangely. It's all her fault.

"Ren Fuhashi would like to speak with you after school." The words taste bitter in his mouth. This is not what I am meant for.

"Who is this guy?" You say in exasperation. The pencil man's name has been brought up twice now. Both times from this blondie. 

Anger flushes Edmunds vision. Fuhashi is the son of the greatest Yakuza of all of the Chatan district, how dare this... this...

"FIGHT ME IF YOU ARE SO BRAVE, HUH?!" splurts from his mouth.

Your stomach clenches in fear, leaving you unable to feel your toes. You hang there, your blank face being taken as obstinacy by Edmund.