Male Yandere Oneshots

The School

(A/N: All chapters moving forward will have new titles. This was meant to come out in December but due to medical issues that date was pushed to today. This story line may be continued, but as it is a serious topic nowadays, it will depend on the readers if you guys want a second part.)

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(Tw: School shootings)

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Obsession can be quite a dangerous thing. However, you would only learn that when it was too late. The screaming filled the halls, the cries and pleads of life only silenced with the loud sound of gunshots. Where were you? In one of the classrooms, hiding under the teacher's desk that you thanked the lords the front covered. Where was the teacher? He had run out to gather the kids inside the classroom but failed to return. Tears dripped down your face as you let out tiny sobs. You hated school, the teachers, the students, the work, everything. Never in your life though would you wish them this cruel fate. You so desperately tried to call the police but there was no signal anywhere, how was this possible? Then you heard it. A faint whisper,

"Anyone alive? I have first aid.."

Your eyes widened and you quickly peeked out from the desk. There was a male, who crawled up in the corner right next to the door of a connected classroom. He had white fluffy hair that was dirty with dried blood, ripped clothing near the ends, and an overall bloody appearance. In his arms, a first aid kit from the nurse. Then you realize who it was, a senior you had known ever since enrolling into the school. He had helped you doing the tour guide and was a part of the welcoming committee. You swore you were never so happy to see someone as you waved down his attention, holding back the screams you wanted so desperately to let out. He spotted you, taking a quick look at the door before running over to your hiding spot.

Dried blood was engraved in your arm, how much of it was yours? You didn't know, but it had to be some because after the first few bullets went off it was your class that just had to have the glass windows on the side... It flew everywhere and at the time you could feel the stinging pain of several small shards hitting your skin.

The snow-haired male seemed to be relieved that you were there as he began taking out items from the aid. The first thing he took out, plastic tweezers. Next, a cloth.

"Bite down on this." He said as he placed the cloth inside your mouth, letting you bite down and nod your head in preparation.

Your eyes shut tightly when it began. Tears were burning your skin and you were biting down so hard you felt as though you would break your teeth. The male was pulling out the shards of glass, it never seemed to end. A small pile formed. The shiny glass bits are covered with your blood. You could barely see them though, your vision was blurry and you felt like you would pass out any second if it were to continue. Your prayers were answered. The tweezers were set down and the pile of glass shards was moved out of the way.

"I don't feel any of them in your skin anymore. The pain now is just the cuts. Keep biting, this is the last thing I promise..."

His soft voice kept you calm but that didn't stop the worry. What he pulled out next was the issue. It was cleaning alcohol and you knew exactly what that was for. You didn't know if you screamed but if you hadn't, you'd be praising yourself. The stinging was terrible and you could only feel relief when your arm was bandaged up firmly. You pulled the cloth out from your mouth and automatically went to wipe your face. Finally, it was over. Now that you gave your head time to clear you noticed that the other was picking up the mess that was created from the cleaning. He had bandages for himself, a big wrap around his wrist, and his thigh, and a simple big bandage on his cheek. The sight made you feel sorry for him as well. Here you were, hiding while he was out, risking his life to help others. Others. That's right... he had been the only one you've seen alive in hours.

"The others-... are there people alive?" You asked desperately, the male giving you attention once the words left your lips.

His face was one of sadness, and it was more than enough to know, but he still answered, "Not as many as you would hope... Gunshots haven't gone off in a while though so don't worry. I would say to wait a bit more before trying to get out. Some people I helped said they would and I haven't heard anything since."

You were thankful for the warning and gave him a nod of understanding. It was only then did you made direct eye contact with the male, his dark brown eyes seemed... empty. It looked like everything over the last hours had drained him entirely. They were nowhere near the bright ones that you had first seen at that meeting. You wish you could have talked to him more but as quickly as he had arrived, he was gone. Alone again. In your hiding spot, your face dried with tears while your clothing substituted it in for blood. You didn't realize how much you missed being around another person until it came to seeing so many die. The pictures were stuck in your mind. Classmates whom you've never paid attention to, laid lifeless on the floor. What the hell did these people want, why did they do this? If only you could stay angry, but it was hard, because fear quickly overcrowded your thoughts.

You had to get out.