♡*｡Mitsuri Kanroji x Y/n Oneshots｡⁠*⁠♡

That's strike one. (GN!) 💔

Omg Yandere time

Kanroji Mitsuri x Gender neutral reader
Yandere 😨
Requested by no one!

"She's such a freak, look at her hair color."

"Yeah, who the hell is gonna wanna marry her in the future."

Two girls snorted, watching as Mitsuri walked by, her minty-green eyes brimming with tears. "What a little crybaby." One said as they both scoffed and walked away, Mitsuri let out a shudder, tears falling down her cheeks.

She finally arrived at her locker, putting the combination into the lock and opening her locker, switching out books for new ones for the upcoming classes. She put the last book into the bag at her side, looking at the pink little mirror hanging on the locker door.

She frowned seeing her own reflection. Those girls were right, no one will ever want to marry her. Let alone date, and get engaged to someone who looks like her.

Her frown deepens at these thoughts, letting them get the best of her as she casts her minty-green eyes down, tears falling to the floor as she does so, suddenly a guy come shoving through everyone in the hall, unfortunately, Mitsuri was in his pathway a bit. This caused him to shove into her back, she yelped as her face was harshly pushed into the mirror.

"Move it, pink freak." He said as he continued to shove through everyone, making his way away from her. She blinked, tears falling, her cry's we're silent, yet they were noticable. Especially to a kind, H/c person.

"Don't listen to that asshat, he doesn't know how to talk to a pretty girl."

A voice said from behind her, she turned around quickly, forgetting to wipe away her tears. When she turned around she was met with a warm smile, upon seeing the warm smile on this person's face, directed towards her, her expression softened.

"..." You smiled nervously, feeling afraid you might've made her uncomfortable, "Ignore those girls too, they're just jealous of your beauty." You kept smiling warmly, the smile was so warm to her, she felt like she was melting just by looking at it. "Are you ok?" Her eyes widen, blinking, her cheeks turning red and going warm.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" She bowed politely, mostly to try and hide her red face. "Hey, you don't need to bow to me. Anyone would die to have a girl as pretty as you stare at them." She blushed more, arising from the bow and putting her hands on the strap of her bag.

"Y...you keep calling me pretty..." She whispered, not exactly knowing how to feel. Is what you're saying how you really feel? You think she's pretty? Is just a trick? Is it a cruel joke the others have asked you to play on her??

"Mhm, and it's a shame, you must think I'm tricking you huh?" Her eyes widen again, "..." a chuckle escaped your lips, causing a fluttering feeling to erupt in her stomach, her nose to crinkled at the unfamiliar feeling.

"I can promise you, it's no trick. I think your absolutely beautiful, a gorgeous girl." She felt fuzzy, that fluttering stomach erupted in her stomach again, the little butterfly's dancing inside. Heat rising to her cheeks once more.

"And, I've seen you in that fighting club, I come to watch people get their asses kicked, and might I say, you kick ass." You chuckled again, the same feeling being triggered in her stomach, this time it stayed, never leaving. "You're the kind of girl guys would kill to have." You added, giving a smile.

"Your beautiful, strong, talented. A complete package." You crossed your arms, the smile still on your face. She loved that smile, it was beautiful. She could only wish hers was that beautiful.

"People who speak ill of you, your talents, or your gorgeous looks, fear you or are merely envious." You uncrossed your arms feeling a familiar presence come from your side. Mitsuri's face was soft red, she stared at you in wonder and admiration, adoring the feeling you cause her to feel. The dancing butterfly's you cause, the soft feeling in her heart.

A soft smile finally made it's way onto her lips, her eyes still fixed on you as you smiled in victory at getting her to smile.

"Remember that." You finished, a short raven hair colored male now standing beside you. "L/n, come on now. Hello, Kanroji." The male said, his heterochromic eyes looking over her, he sneered beneath the bandages, irritated by her look of love toward you.

"Ok, ok, hold on, Iguro. Let me say goodbye to a pretty girl." Said male sighs, you keep on the warm smile, causing Obanai to blush softly beneath his bandages. Mitsuri felt the feeling of butterflies get triggered in her stomach again hearing you call her a pretty girl, she loved hearing the compliment leave your lips.

"Goodbye, Mitsuri. Don't forget what I said!" You gave her a closed eyes smile, Obanai grabbed your arms gently and tugged you away. As Obanai dragged you away, you waved and kept on that warm smile, Mitsuri waved back.

Obanai turned around, still dragging you away, giving her a cold glare. This caused Mitsuri to stop waving, confusion in her eyes. Mitsuri kept watching as Obanai kept his glare fixed on her as he dragged you, but she felt enraged seeing his hand hold your own.

You looked at Obanai in confusion, feeling his hand in yours had confused you. Once Mitsuri noticed your attention on him, she took this opportunity to send a glare back. Her minty-green eyes no longer holding a look of sadness, but now one of irritation and hate.

Obanai smirked under the bandages, causing Mitsuri's glare to harden, balling her hands into fist as she dug her nails into the flesh of her palms. Finally you and Obanai went around a corner, she continued to glare at that corner for multiple seconds, she hadn't even noticed the other students were all gone.

Her balled up fists began to shake, her eyes staring down coldy at the ground.

She had never felt so much rage, replaying the memory of Obanai's hand in yours, his smirk, the way he tugged onto your arm.

She was confused about the sudden rage she was feeling, she had never felt such rage before. She had never felt this hate for anyone.

But she knew one thing.

That was strike one.

Bro, can you check the Author notes at the bottom please :>