Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

ALOOF (Shirabu Kenjirou)

Requested on my Tumblr!

Title: Aloof

Pairings: Shirabu x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, I can't not adore Shirabu

Summary: Your project partner poses more problems than you realize.

aloof

/adjective/

not friendly or forthcoming; cool and distant.

"And our last group will be (L/n) and Shirabu. Please go to your assigned partners and start planning out your project."

This was possibly the worst case scenario for you. If there was one person in this class that frightened you, it'd be Shirabu. It wasn't that he was a bully or anything, he was just unapproachable, sharp-tongued, and had a piercing glare.

Hesitantly, you turned in your seat to look at him across the room. He was already staring at you, cheek resting on his fist, an impatient scowl on his face as he waited for you to come to him.

You swear you tried to move from your seat, you really did, but you were frozen in place. Under Shirabu's intense stare, there was no way you could approach him. You were too timid to face someone as frightening as him!

The bowl-cut boy rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed huff as he stood up and gathered his things. You sat, stiff as a board, as he approached you with a turned-up nose. He looked like he couldn't stand working with you already.

"So we're working together," the boy sighed, dropping his books on your desk with a loud thump, making you jump in your seat. You could have sworn a somewhat sadistic smirk crossed his face for a split second, but it was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Give me your phone," he demanded, holding out an expectant hand.

"Why?!" You managed to squeak out.

Shirabu rolled his eyes, "Because we need to exchange our numbers. How do you think we're going to meet up for this project?"

"O-oh..." You felt a blush rising to your cheeks and desperately willed it away, "Yeah, you're right. Here, I'll put in your number myself..."

The two of you exchanged numbers, Shirabu tapping his fingers impatiently on your desk when your trembling fingers mistyped his number in your phone. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and you couldn't be more relieved.

"We're meeting at the library tomorrow. After school." It wasn't an invitation, more like a demand. Shyly, you nodded your head.

You packed up your stuff as Shirabu left the classroom, wondering what you did to deserve this stroke of misfortune. Of everyone in the class... why him?

To Shirabu, this was an incredible stroke of luck. As soon as he was sure no one was around, he allowed himself to smile. He looked down at his phone where your number was now stored. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him!

All it would take is a simple text and he could have your cute, shy, obedient self in his house. You'd be like a jumpy bunny, he knew, trying not to upset him in his own home.

God, this was amazing. He felt himself shaking slightly as he mulled over the power he had over you. You were too timid to fight back, it would be so easy to do whatever he wanted with you.

He'd invite- no, tell you to come over to his house in a few days, when he was ready. You'd keep your pretty mouth shut in fear and never breathe a word about where you were going to anyone.

And then, he just had to make sure you never left.