𝟓𝟎% 𝐎𝐅𝐅!【✘MALE! YANDERE VARIOUS】(dom! reader)

9. "what do you think you are doing?"

you glanced around the classroom, it was mostly empty of students-- out of all those empty seats, he has chosen to sit next to you?

the dude is still looking at you, jod damn it.

"the f... what you looking at?"

"not much, really." he sneered.

this bitch. he's the one who sat next to you even though theres so many vacant seats and he acts as if you forced him to do it? what the fuck?!

you side glanced at the shorter podium then at the door you came from. theres a handful of people, they're chatting a bit loudly.

too many witnesses, better not.

"... what is your problem?"

"you see, the thing is that we're in such a prestigious place and... it's rather strange how the administrators decided to sully it's reputation by having you here. so i came to check what made them do such reckless decision."

what a monologuing little shit.

"is that a threat, rosie?"

"... at this rate with you calling me that," he grinned with sharp teeth, "i might."

even his teeth makes him look like some blood-sucking ghoul and just by talking to him makes you feel tired-- like he was actually draining your energy.

"why so? does me calling you rosie makes you get all flustered?"

his sharp teeth were exposed even more, almost as if threatening to bite your face off.

"i don't think it's wise to test me, peony."

"how nice, a nickname. we're getting along sooooooo well." you drawled out.

he looked annoyed-- corners of his mouth twitching but still composed. a little jab here and there and he's already fired up.

"indeed." before he could continue being an asshole, the door slammed open-- not really, it was more like it was nudged with excessive amount of force, not hitting the wall but still making enough noise to demand attention.

behind the doorframe was a slightly disheveled looking odius. arms filled with books and stray papers, walking towards and behind the podium before carefully dumping the documents on it.

"apologies, something unexpected happened and i have to substitute your teacher," his eyes glided around the classroom, deflating slightly from the lacking amount of students, "so... without further ado, let us start our class."

"potions oftentimes are described as poetry in magical form-- others describe it as cooking or even puzzles. but all seem to agree that each ingredient has a certain metaphorical meaning or representation."

"however we won't be going in depth on that until much later." he winced, trying to change topics.

"today we're going to learn how to correctly infuse a potion into a consumable. most dump the contents inside the food then mix for a few seconds, more often-- drinks. but often said drink ends up... denser."

he cleared his throat, starting to organize the papers.

"that is because the potion was either still warm from the cauldron and--or mixed too quickly for too little time. i recommend waiting until it's properly cooled-- seven minutes maximum and slowly mixing until the consistency is as close to the original liquid as possible."

he looked up from the documents, "you might be wondering why i'm talking about these kind of things," his green eyes slowly raking across the room again, "a fellow student thought that it would be funny to try their luck with putting a little surprise in my tea."

he didn't wait for any semblance of a reaction.

"quite sloppily might i add, they were in a hurry by the lack of proper care, resulting in a honey-like consistency. this is a warning, i will know."

the whole room was silent, so much so thwt you could easily hear even a feather fall on the floor.

"so we will be learning how to identify tampered refreshments. we'll first make a potion add it in water and try to spot any differences, starting with a clearing potion."

you searched around in your bag for the ccorrect ingredients, jars clinked in your grasp but you couldn't find it. your potion was boiling but the last touch was no longer there.

fuck.

a loud clanging sound echoed through the room, it seemed to be easily heard throughout the entire schools's premise. a bell sung that the first period was over, time to move on to the next class.

"we'll continue this later, turn off the stoves and lid the cauldrons. you're all dismissed."

almost everyone except you and odius left the class. your hand desperately searching inside the bag--you're about to ruin your first assignment and the first day barely even begun. you need to finish it, and quick.

"what are you doing? go to your next class."

"an ingredient's missing."

"too bad, you won't be able to get another batch until next week."

"aren't you like-- in charge of supervising me or something? can't you help?"

"i'm surprised that you actually read the letter. i'm in charge of making sure you don't do anything stupid within my line of sight, not take care of your belongings, that's your job."

and with that, he left.

your coat scrunched under your vice-like grip, what the fuck are you going to do?

you need the ingredient-- what if there's more potions that also need it? you won't be able to do any of those and possibly fail all those classes.

maybe you'll just... get it from somewhere? you have until the next class starts... about five minutes, you'll arrive a bit late but it's a risk you're willing to take.

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your back hunched inside the cabinet, elbows deep, blindly grabbing bottles and jars inside just to find anything whose tag matches with the missing component's name.

"what do you think you are doing?"

the voice came from behind, fuck.

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[odius feels like he overestimated your capabilities.]

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