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Desperate!Yandere

: Can't you see how much he loves you? :

His name is

Zetsubo

Meaning: Desperation

"Have you ever heard of among us, Y/N?"

"If you ask that question one more fucking time, they won't find your body."

The people at your table laughed at this exchange. A scowl painted your face. Though, your irritable attitude was all in good fun. Your friends and you were in the cafeteria, having a good time and poking fun at each other. As highschoolers in their final year would.

You were a quiet and cold student. You did the bare minimum to survive school. Yet somehow your grades were well off. You had a supporting friend group and were the voice of reason. In addition to those facts, you were pretty much invisible in the sea of the student body. Which was fine and dandy, less of a hassle.

As your table chattered about whatnot, someone watched from a distance. A young man who festered an infatuation. An infatuation with you. His fingers twitched and he fidgeted with his sleeve. He tried to hide his obvious blush with his other hand as he struggled not to look at you. His head flooded with images and thoughts of you. He couldn't even remember his own name, he was so entranced. He very vividly remembers how this all began. How his mind became so broken in love.

Its all because you were dared to kiss him.

A year ago your friends and you were having a sleepover at one of their houses. A game of truth or dare was started and one of them dared you to kiss him. A boy known as the weird kid. Pressured and fed up, the next day you strolled into the school building and mashed your face into his. Of course not in front of everyone. But your friends got an eyefull. You dragged his confused persons over into a mostly empty hallway and kissed him rough and harshly. While he was processing what had happened and in a blissful daze, you bitterly spat out your excuse for bombarding and violating his personal space. Afterward you stomped away hatefully. He remembers catching a glimpse of your red ears and ever so slightly red face.

He had to have you.

Not only did you steal his first kiss but you captured his heart as well. You disgusted him in every right way. He began following you around from a safe distance. Breaking into your house and stealing your dirty clothes and taking pictures. He snooped through your social media accounts. He even found out your ideal partner. Which he had been incorporating into himself. He didn't need to change much, it seemed you liked submissive and passive men. Cute and shy and tall and muscular, you didn't have a preferred body type. You went for personality. Although he found something strange. While you enjoyed a good malewife, it seemed you also liked violent men. Villains and knights were some common themes he found in your bookshelf. Those who'd kill and maim for their love.

He internally squealed and by internally, I mean he totally did externally.

So you adored people like him? Soft like pasteries for their love and tougher than diamond against anyone else? What a perfect match!

Although there was one problem.

He couldn't work up the courage to speak to you. He'd seen you steal glances at him in the hallways every now and again. Only to sharply look away. Yet everytime he began to walk toward you, toward his future, toward his literal everything, you'd be stolen away by those friends of yours. It was a bitter revelation for him. He'd have to find a way to separate you from them before you all graduated and you disappeared from him forever.

All it'd take, was a little talking.

"Sorry, Y/n. I got things to do."

"Eh, my mom needs me to watch my younger sister, too busy, sorry."

"Crap, I really have to pull my grades up, you understand, right?"

"Don't wanna hang out with you anymore, see ya."

'What the hell is going on?!' You silently screamed in your head. These past few months your friends all but disappeared. Not even one of your peers wants to talk to you anymore. People avoided you like you had the plague. And it really plagued your mind. Even the teachers began being way harsher on you than other students. You only had maybe a month left of school and this is how you're going out? Unbelievable!

"H-hey, Y/n?" You turned around, slamming your locker shut. The guy in front of you flinched lightly. He was a pretty thing. His hair was such a deep shade of red it might as well be black. His eyes were a vibrant pastel pink. He seemed familiar...
Then it clicked, it was the guy who you were dared to kiss that one time. The only time you kissed a male. You hadn't forgotten the incident but you almost forgot his face. You never knew his name, though.

"Yeah? What do you want?" He was slouched in a way to make himself seem smaller, even though he was a good foot taller than you. And you were average height! He still loomed over you even slouching.

"Mmm, I wanted to talk to you about something. After school. Alone. Please meet me at the entrance after hours. Please and thank you!" He bowed and ran from you. Leaving you blinking in confusion. 'Kinda weird but alright.' You thought. He was cute so you didn't mind meeting up with him. Pretty privilege, you guessed. Although that faint memory from back then did resurface. It frequently had but in the passing months you repressed it as much as you could. It always left you a blushing and embarrassed mess. You shook your head violently and hurried to your next class. Wondering what was waiting for you.

"Where is he..." You rocked back and forth on your tip toes peering over the dispersing students. He did say alone but did you really have to wait until everyone was gone? That'd take forever! You waited for some time, eventually finding an empty bench to rest on, your feet being tired. You sighed and bounced your leg, closing your eyes. Soon you heard footsteps near you, opening your eyes again you saw the same boy from earlier, shading your eyes from the sun with his body.

"Hey, Y/n." He grinned sitting extremely close to you. Literally shoulder to shoulder and leaning onto you.

"Sup, so what did you want to talk about?" He continued to lean and wormed his sleeve around in his fingers nervously. "I-I.." He gritted his teeth and took a breathe. "Would you want to go on a date with me?" He said, just barely above a whisper. You thought about it. You don't have any plans anyway.

"Sure, where do you want to go?" He beamed and grasped you sleeve between his forefinger and thumb. "Lets to the arcade!" His leg now was touching yours. You hadn't felt your heart beat like this since you two first kissed. Of course this was wrong and probably gross. Who'd let some strange guy basically morph into their being?

"If you wanna lets go." He blinked. "Now?" You got up and stretched, he stood up next to you and immediate hooked his arm with yours. "Yup, so lets go, amigo."

It's been a few months since the two of you started dating. The both of you graduated and are working your respective jobs. Zetsubo and you had moved in together and things are going smoothly. He is desperate for any kind of attention from you and isn't afraid to show it. Luckily, you're more than willing to give it to him. He often craves physical contact and subsequently is a cuddle bear. You never questioned his weird behaviors or the fact it took you three weeks of talking to him to learn his name. Often times it was like he didn't recognize his name either. It was like he had forgotten it. Every now and again a small voice told you not to indulge him. To run far away and never look back. You shut it down. Both of you are happy, why ruin it?

At least you'll never know what happened to your ex-friends.

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