Whispering Grove (Yandere Ushijima x fem reader)

1) sour

"What the fuck?" You whispered as you stared down at your test.

You looked up to see everyone intensely writing as the time was limited.

You were so screwed.

Although AP chemistry wasn't your best or strongest class, you still made decent grades.

Some times 90's, mostly high 80's, and occasionally some 70's.

However this time was different, you didn't study.

"What the hell is going on?"
"I have 55 minutes left"
"I can answer some of these"

The test was unfortunately not multiple choice. They were all free response.

"Uhh wtf"
"Hydrogen??"

You randomly scribbled down everything you knew about hydrogen. You didn't even know if that was the right answer to the question.

You look up at the time to see 5 minutes remaining.

"ALREADY??"
"I've only answered one question"

Everyone around you was either done or just finishing their last question. You roughly scanned everyone's paper and they had written paragraphs.

A paragraph for every answer to a question.

"I totally failed."
"Mr. Ushijima doesn't seem like the type to give retakes either"

You sighed in defeat. The bell rung and everyone picked up their stuff and left.

It was the last class of the day.

You looked up and saw your teacher already grading tests that were handed to him as students made their way out the door.

"Have you not finished?" His low deep voice hit your ears.

"I-umm, no sir." You replied, sitting up straight.

"Bring it." He responded, not looking up from the paper he was grading.

You slowly stood up and dragged your feet as you walked up to his desk.

"I'm gonna kms"

"Give it." He stuck out his hand, still not looking up.

Your hands shaking and sweating, you handed him your paper.

He generally placed it on top of the paper he was already grading.

The front page was blank, the second page was also blank, third page had one question answered, and the last page was blank as well.

"Ms. l/n, why is this blank?" He asked, finally looking up at you.

Ushijima's glasses hung low on his nose bridge, they looked as his they're were gonna fall off.

He only wore them when he was grading. His olive hair had grown out to a point where he needed a hair cut.

His eyes had small dark circles forming under them.

"It's not fully blank sir." You replied, looking down.

"I can see Ms. l/n. It's blank." He said, crossing out the only question you answered with a red pen.

"You can't fail me Mr. Ushijima. Please, if I fail this my grade will fall to a 70." You clasped your hands together and pleaded.

Something in Ushijima's heart changed. He was normally cold and didn't give students 2nd chances but, something was different.