Bandages (Yanderes X Reader)

Lover Boy

"Y/n?"

You grin at the sound of your friend's very sleepy voice.

"Alex heyyyyy. So I'm coming in tonight, even though Boss said I 'need to adjust' " you make air quotes sarcastically.

"Uh huh." He sounds bored.

"Wait is that y/n???" Another voice says.

"No, back off creep" the muffled voice crackles a bit over the phone.

"You literally don't talk to anyone else." The voice points out, and you can just imagine the ' can I kill this dumbass ' look on Alexandre's slightly tan face.

Shuffling and a grunt is heard over the phone, and you quirk an eyebrow in amusement. You know exactly what is going on. Alexandre is trying sluggishly to keep the phone away from the silver haired, blue eyed male.

"Y/nnnnn my sweet ray of sunshine!"

Oh, looks like Lilren got the phone.

"Lil, sit down and give the phone back to Alexandre." You command, a lilt of teasing edging the nick name. A pitched whine emitting from the boy causes you to look around the hall, to check if anyone is listening.

"I missed you though..." Lilren trails off. You smirk and tap your foot on the floor

"Uh huh, and I have a million dollars. But right now I need to talk to Alexandre."

A couple seconds pass before Alexandre's voice arrives.

"Y/n, I'm busy. Make it fast." He says, and you can practically hear his eyebags getting bigger. Your stomach clenches slightly, the previous events refreshing themselves. It's not that you were scared of the fight, it's just that Boss is gonna flip when he finds out.

"SobasicallyIneedsomefisttrainingagainbecausesomejackassatthenewschooliwantstofightandmypridecanttakeanotherblownottomentiontheannoyingideaoftheclicheofthissituation. So um yeah" you end, rather lamely.

"You are an idiot. An absolute idiot." You can't help but nod in agreement with Alexandre's words. "You do realize you were moved schools because you kept instigating this shit? And you have never won a fight, you absolute and utter AGHH" The tips of your ears feel hot as embarrassment washes over the adrenaline rush from earlier.

"Alexandre?" You say tentatively. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."
Dead silence except the light breaths on the other end. "I really want to win this one. I- its just that- this boy was getting pushed around and if I don't make a stance, I'll get pushed around too." Survival of the fittest.

"L/n" you shiver. He only uses your last name when he's pissed. "Our job is to fit in, not stand out. You are not going to fight, you are going to talk them down and either ignore them or be... friends." His voice turns cold at the end, but the entire sentence is so frosty, you don't even notice. "That is the only way this doesn't get word around to Boss."

After listening to the voice of reason (and caffeine addiction) your adrenaline and brazen stupidity has worn down. After all, you have moved schools twice because of your habit of picking fights you don't win. "Ok." You say, honesty dripping from every pore. You swear to reform. (Just like last time)

"Are you still coming in early...but not for sparring?" Alexandre says, in a suspiciously overly bored voice. Your face breaks from it's previous sober state into a shit eating grin.

"Awwwwwww if you wanted to see me, just say so."

"Ew, as if I'd ever want to see your face"

"But I wanna see yours lover boyyy. OOOH LOVER BOY HEY BOY YOU ARE A GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY" you sing, purposely warbling your tone, looking and sounding like a dying cat before the line cuts dead.

Rude

You check the clock on your phone. It's only 1?? Screw this. You look at the window, and it suddenly seems extremely appealing to just slip out of and go kick cans in a back alley.

You peer out the window and see that you are only on the second floor, and a vending machine is in an ideal position. Damn you could really go for an Aquariuz right now.

Your feet dangling out, you suddenly stop, the stubbly face of Boss appearing in your mind.

Wait no. Think logically y/n. You promised no fighting, no skipping, and to get involved in a sport. You already broke one, so you have to keep the others.

You groan internally, pulling yourself into the hall. On another note, where the hell did Remi go? You hope that blondie didn't catch him.

And with that, you drudge off to art class.

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Ren Fuhashi POV

The black haired male clenches his desk, staring at the spot where you are supposed to be. He switched all his classes to yours, why aren't you here? The sunlight reflects on the spot next to him, as the art tables are set for tables of two. Ren bites his pencil, a habit he had long grown out of, or at least he thought he did. " S'cuse me." You say, sitting down.

His navy eyes widen and his throat dries up. Talk, Fuhashi, talk.

You meet his eyes and he immediately notes embarrassment seep out of you. "I uh..." You trail off. Obviously you recognize him from earlier. Ren's heart swells just a bit at the recognition.

"This is awkward." You blurt, and immediately wave your hands, trying to negate the previous statement. "No no, not you, uh just me, uh, you know what? Let's start over." Cute. Ren raises his eyebrows as you awkwardly stick out your hand. Your left one not to mention. "I'm L/n Y/n, pleasure to meet you."

After a heart beat,(in which yours nearly stops from the sheer awkwardness) Ren grasps your hand. "Fuhashi Ren. Pleased to be your art partner." And in every other class, he hopes. Ren pushes down a blush as he feels your hand in his. Now all that needs to be done is intertwine fingers, and heaven has arrived on earth.

However, you retract your hand, awkwardly adjusting to lay attention to the lesson. Ren stares at you from the corner of his eye, as you are the only art he wants to learn about. The only art he wants to see. The only art he wants to have.

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