Bandages (Yanderes X Reader)

Kalimbas

Your POV

You pop the sole of your shoe onto your foot, itching to get out of class. Even though the sunlight is streaming through the windows at an amazing angle, math class is hell. Yes the beautiful sunlight brings in light, but it also brings to light the fact that this classroom has no AC.

Or just an eccentric teacher. You eye the soft looking woman layered in many sweaters. How is she not boiling?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The droning is almost literally pushing pressure onto your head. You totally should've skipped. Plus you have another freaking class after this. And where is Remi?! I share more than half my classes with him! Maybe he decided to ditch, you huff.

Insecurity creeps just a little into your mind. Maybe, just maybe, after seeing your more impulsive side, Remi decided to back off. It's ok, you can make different friends, plus you already have Alexandre, who even needs friends? You try and convince yourself in circles.

A hand taps your shoulder, and you snap up. The chair makes a horrifically ungodly scratching noise as you stand.

Navy blues meet your e/c eyes. "You alright y/n?" He asks, almost murmuring. You force an fake, albeit convincing, smile onto your lips. "Yeah! Thanks for letting me know the class was over Fuhashi."

The embarrassment from the restroom incident has faded a bit, and you have noticed him in both Math and Art. "Hey, you are on the swim team right?" You ask, packing up your bag and trying to make conversation. Or at least small talk.

He merely nods. "You should join. It's rather competitive but you seem like you would be up for it."

You wrinkle your nose in thought. "Well...I don't know about swim team, but I do want to do sports here." You begin walking down the halls, the black haired boy right beside you. The sound of your heels clicking fills the empty hall.

"Er, what's your next class?" You say, after silence had befallen the both of you for a bit.

"Music" he says, a tint of pride in his voice. You take this as a possible conversation point.

"Oh! Are you good at playing any instruments?" You say, realizing you had Music next too.

He shakes his head. "No, I'm just as tone deaf as you." He says, with a grin on his face.

"Oi that was mean! I can sing beautiful sonnets and play the kalimba, thank you very much." You stick your tongue out in a childish manner.

Fuhashi rolls his eyes, "Are you always this mature?" He says, a smile sneaking up on the corner of his mouth. You hum in affirmation, the insecuritues from earlier quelled down to microbes. This isn't bad, huh Boss?

*.✧

"This is bad, Boss." An auburn haired male says, pacing in front of a large desk. He stops in front, splaying his palms, his face tired and gaunt. "Three murders in the area! Three!" Alexandre holds up three fingers, the nails chewed down to stumps. The stubbled man looks at the frantic boy with a blank face, although concern passes through his cold eyes briefly.

"Please! She can be schooled by a private tutor! Or online! She doesn't need to be so... so far..." He slumps, throwing himself in the hard wood chair.

"Alexandre, I understand your concern." The man says, his trimmed hair reflecting the soft afternoon light as he leans forward. "But L/n is quite frankly the first reach into the Chatan territory."

Alexandre picks off a cuticle, causing the side to sting. "In all due respect, L/n is a weapons designer. She is hardly trained in combat, she isn't allowed to be."

Boss sighs, "And for good reason, have you seen her use merely her instincts? If she were to get professional training, with how often she gets in fights, it won't be long before suspicion is raised." The dark skinned man pushes a stack of papers towards Alexandre. "Listen, I care for her as if she is my own daughter. I care for all of you like my own children. This is for her good, and for you to get a handle on why you protect this area. And why we need to spread to Chatan. You are dismissed" He waves a large hand and Alexandre bows, taking the paper work and ducking out of the office.

Alexandre POV

He leans over his desk, his eyes flicking every now and then at yours. Damn, only the weekends? And she lives in some shit hole apartment instead of the dorms. I'll drag the idiot here herself if she isn't here on the dot on Saturday.

His worn right hand rubs the picture he holds under the desk, while his left begins sorting through papers. The photo is a tad faded, your h/c a shade lighter, and Alexandre's eyes more brown than mahogany. But there you two are, first day on the job, awkwardly smiling as all the years of testing and preparation brought you to... weapon design. Alexandre smiles, for as unglamorous this job may seem, he is just glad he met you.

Remi Olives POV

His pale gray eyes land on your h/c locks. He runs down the hall, clutching his bag.

"Y/nnnnn!" He latches onto your sleeve, tugging you to stop. His pale gray eyes spot Ren Fuhashi, who is glaring at the thinly built boy.

"Remi," your addictive voice pulls his gaze from the hard face of the school's swim star onto you. Remi releases you as you tilt your head, saying, "Where did you run off to? " You fake a hurt expression, placing your hand onto your chest. Remi turns red, stammering.

"It's just- i-i uhm" I went to go get help, but no one listened. No one stopped. No one ever stops. No one ever helps. But you helped.

"I'm only pulling your hair" you say, waving your hand nonchalantly. "Come on Remi, aren't you in Music next too?" Pulling my hair? Remi flushes again, a warm prickle beginning in his abdomen. He looks at your s/t hands, the image of you running your hands through his hair and every now and then tugging to get his attention. Maybe pulling his locks to tilt his neck to the side, kitten licking his Adam's apple.

"Earth to Remi?" You say, waving your hand a bit. Remi starts and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"No, I'm not actually..." Remi trails off, the blush fading a bit. "My schedule got switched, so now I think we only have Science together." The white haired boy fiddles with his dark grey sweater. His heart twists as your face drops a bit. He doesn't like that look...

"That sucks." You turn to Ren, and the three of you start walking, Remi quickly flanking your other side. It's ok if he's late to class. He just doesn't want Fuhashi to be alone in an empty hall with you.

"Oh uhm, a bit odd of a question," you say, and Remi proudly notes that you subconsciously move away from Ren, and therefore towards the white haired boy. "This buff blonde guy, um he said you wanted to talk to me." Remi frowns at your description.

Buff? Was Wilde really that buff? Do you like muscular people? Remi looks down at his thin legs and small frame, pursing his lips. Maybe he should work out.

"Uhm except he kinda wall slammed me to ask me, so I was just wondering if you actually wanted to talk to me, or if he is just trying to pick a fight." Your tone lightens just the tiniest bit at the idea of a fight, and Remi notes that.

Fuhashi's breath catches for a split second, "I just wanted to talk to you about joining the swim team." Remi twitches as the fib boils over his ears.

Liar. What did he really want with her? She's my friend first.