perfect | yandere!schlatt x wilbur | schlattbur

lunch | chapter 2

schlatt was sat in his seat in science. at the back. in a corner. alone. just how he liked it. no socialisation needed, and no need to put 100% effort into his work. perfect.



he continuously was glancing at the clock every few seconds. he was waiting. urging for the clock to strike 12. he wanted to see wilbur again. his glossy hair. perfect body. perfect face. he really was an angel. then finally. the bell rang. the clock had struck 12. he could see the love of his life again. at last. he quickly gathered up all his belongings, shoved them into his bag, swung his bag onto his back, and practically sprinted out the classroom.



schlatt was running extra fast down the corridors. pushing people out the way. he didn't care. he didn't care about anyone else, at all. he only cared about wilbur. wilbur was his life line. his life. ruthlessly making his way through crowds, he finally got outside. now to find wilbur. the food can wait.



wilbur was sat at a bench eating a sandwich. schlatt rushed around a corner and spotted him. he stood still. he couldn't move. he was paralysed by wilbur's beauty. the way his fingers were perfectly wrapped around the bread. his perfect mouth. his shiny teeth. his beautiful lips. schlatt was in an intense romantic daydream. he couldn't help himself. he wanted wilbur. he needed him. the ram suddenly snapped back into reality and started making his way towards wilbur.



schlatt threw his bag onto the floor and sat next to wilbur. the boy smiled and said "hello schlatt." fucking hell. his smile was beautiful. so beautiful. so perfect. schlatt couldn't help but stare. he was so engrossed in the way he looked. the way he sounded. everything about him was angelic. wilbur looked slightly concerned and waved in schlatt's face "schlatt? are you okay-?" the ram snapped out of his stare and started talking to him. "hello wilbur. great to see your pr-" fuck. he almost complimented him. "you again," he continued, sweating a little. wilbur took nothing of it and continued talking to him.



schlatt was so interested in what wilbur was talking about. he seemed to be a huge fan of reading, science, astrology. all the things schlatt hates. but he didn't care. he loved wilbur. he'd die for wilbur. maybe he'd even.. make someone else die. all for wilbur. he adored him in every way. schlatt was so focused on what wilbur was saying. he loved the way he said every word. so fucking much. he couldn't say anything other than "mhm" "wow" "cool" "yeah" and things like this. he just wanted to listen to him talk all day. forever. 



schlatt wanted to kiss wilbur. so bad. so god damn bad. the way his lips moved so perfectly. revealing his shiny white teeth. his beautiful tongue. he could kiss him forever. he just wanted him. he wanted to keep him. for eternity.



time flew by. before they knew it, lunch was over. now he had to wait to see him again. this pissed off schlatt. a lot. but he managed to hide it just fine. for now, at least. wilbur got up and picked up his bag, placing it gently on his back. "maybe we could meet up again tomorrow? or even possibly not in school?" the boy asked. schlatt's anger immediately went away. "yeah, of course," the ram replied eagerly. he couldn't fucking wait. he wanted to see his beautiful face again. "great!" wilbur smiled, then continued, "i love hanging out with you schlatt. see you soon!" he waved and started heading to his next class.



did he.. did he just say he loved hanging out with him? schlatt stood. paralysed again. he couldn't move. he got strange looks from people who saw him staring blankly at the bench. but he didn't care. he didn't even notice anyway. schlatt focused on what wilbur said. he loves hanging out with him. love. schlatt then said out loud "i love you too," completely ignoring what wilbur actually meant when he said he loves to hang out with him. but schlatt still didn't care. schlatt was so deeply in love with him. he started walking to his own class, still staring at the floor. "he will be mine," he thought to himself.



after all, wilbur didn't have a choice. not with schlatt.



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