✎ ..*ੈ✩‧₊˚ heart of chalk - [ Yandere Albedo × Female Reader ]

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✎ . . .

"You were so cool there...!" The girl's teal haired friend greeted her when she walked back to her seat in the auditorium.

"Ahah, no...It's not, really. But if you wanted to know who I thought was cool..." The (H/C) haired girl traced her finger in the air, until it landed on a particular person.

"I think it would be him, instead."

She pointed to a beige haired male. Though his eyes are a bright teal like the azure sky, they carried...a certain emptiness inside them. It contrasted from how they simply looked like on the surface.

Sucrose's eyes followed your finger, "Ah, him...?" She put on a small, cute smile, "His name is Albedo Kreideprinz. I actually happen to be partners with him in Science Club..."

"Albedo...Kreideprinz, huh?" The(H/C)'s eyes shone with a curious light, as the figure of the hollow-eyed male reflected dimly in her (E/C) orbs, "I'll go talk to him after this."

"R-Really...?" The teal-haired girl looked away, her face carried a concerned look, "I'll wish you good luck with that. . ."

"Why's that?" (Y/N) blinked in confusion. Surely Albedo couldn't be that difficult to approach, right? With her amazing charisma and charm...not.

"Even as his science partner...He rarely speaks. He only ever talks during presentations, or...when he is reading things aloud..."

The (H/C) haired girl's eyes shone once more, this time, filled with intrigue and interest.

This boy, who secludes himself from people, who keeps from people, who only pays attention to things of people who he takes interest in...

(Y/N) wonders if she could be the one who breaks that barrier.

✎ . . .

The crowd of students pooled in the halls, as everyone searched for their own lockers and kept their belongings, textbooks, and the like.

In that crowd filled with students from the Mondstadt ED, there stood a beige haired male, putting books into his neatly organised locker.

One particular book that he did not intend to keep was special. Though it looked quite old, it was filled with the wonders of his observations on many things...One would call this book, a sketchbook.

That book, along with a pencil and a brush, was then stuffed into the male's bag, as he hung the long, leather strap over his shoulder, and made his way out of the school gates, back home.