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

FACADE (Kozume Kenma)

Not against the rules at all, lovely Anon! I love that I'm writing for a tall reader btw, I think it's my first time!

Title: Façade

Pairings: Kenma x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, sadistic tendencies, slight dacryphilia, bullying, mild description of injuries, tall reader, Kenma's a bit OOC

Summary: Who would believe you if you were to say that quiet, barely-noticeable Kenma terrified you?

façade

/noun/

an outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality.·

Kenma was barely known throughout the school, even in his own class. Even though he was the setter of a volleyball team that'd made it to nationals multiple times, he was somehow invisible.

To the people who did notice him, he wasn't anything special. Just a quiet, video game-addicted boy that didn't bother anyone.

Anyone but you.

You were the only one who had seen a different side of Kenma. You doubted even his best friend, Kuroo, knew what kind of monster reared its ugly head when the two of you were alone.

It started after art class. Or maybe you just hadn't noticed it until then.

The two of you were tasked to clean the classroom, so everyone left you together in awkward silence. You knew nothing about your classmate, so a part of you had been hoping to talk to him, but you could tell he wasn't the talkative type.

It was as you were moving some of the sharper scissors that one slipped and sliced your hand open. You hissed and dropped the offending art tool, clutching your bleeding hand while inspecting the damage.

It wasn't a deep cut, but it hurt and bled like one. You'd be fine, you'd just have to pick up a bandage from the nurse's office. Everything was fine.

Until you turned around.

Kenma's eyes were locked on your bleeding hand, a deep insatiable hunger swirling in them. He couldn't seem to tear his gaze away, but definitely not out of horror. A chilling grin split his lips and his tongue flicked out to wet them once.

You were frozen in terror, horrified by this awful change in your classmate. Frightened beyond words by the way he seemed to enjoy seeing you injured. You barely remember muttering "nurse's office..." before hurrying away from him and his sadistically hungry expression.

You couldn't avoid him in class, but you stayed far away from him every other chance you got. Kenma, however... something must've awoken in him because, suddenly, the shy boy was inching closer to you whenever he could. He still gave you the chills.

When he walked into the anime club one Monday evening after school, you thought your heart stopped beating. He claimed volleyball practice was canceled, but that he wanted to stay at school until he normally left anyway.

You wished he just went home and didn't invade your club room. You felt dirty all of a sudden, like something you loved had been tainted. You couldn't enjoy yourself that day, nor could you focus on anime and the anime-style video games that Kenma weaseled into the conversation.

The worst part came when he walked home with you. He apparently walked home with Kuroo usually, but he'd gone home after volleyball practice. Since your house was on the way, why not? Your clubmates encouraged you, probably trying to play cupid between you both.

You could tell your closest friend was shipping you with the boy, finding your height differences cute or something. Or maybe it was because she knew that you shared a love for a few of the games he had mentioned and, apparently, anime in general. Either way...

How could you explain that quiet, shy, harmless Kenma terrified you?

You trudged alongside him as you went home, thanking everything that you lived close to the school and it would be a short walk.

You were so grateful, you didn't even notice him sticking out his leg to trip you.

When you stood up, wincing from the pain, you found your knees and right elbow bleeding slightly. You seethed inside, wanting to lash out at him after you were sure he tripped you.

He played the part well, gasping and asking if you were alright. Fussing over you. Acting like he was innocent in all of this. But you knew better. His eyes were glued to your injuries and they gleamed with excitement and something darker.

It was as he dropped you off at your doorstep that you confirmed that you weren't imagining it all.

"You're so pretty when you're in pain."

Would anyone believe you if you told them what he said?

No. No, they wouldn't. You wouldn't have, had you been an outsider to this situation.

But now you worried about him more than ever. You no longer felt safe in the anime club, worried he'd barge in and infect it with his creepiness whenever his club was cancelled. You were never safe in class, since he had switched seats to be by you each time.

It wasn't until he started sitting behind you, though, that the trouble really started in class.

Yanking on your hair, kicking your heels, stabbing a pencil into the back of your neck... You had to sit there silently and endure it all, crying to yourself after class and hoping he didn't see because, whenever he sought you out and found you that way, he looked more excited than ever to see your tears.

He'd even said once, when he'd followed you to your locker to find you crying there, "You're so pretty when you cry."

He was sadistic, that much was obvious, but no matter what you tried, he never backed down. You even tried to use your height to be intimidating, but he wasn't phased. He'd never be phased as long as he had access to you. Or, more specifically, hurting you and making you cry.

You'd tried to hint to your friend that there was more to Kenma than meets the eye, but she was dismissive and playful, more concerned with an upcoming wedding than a funeral.

You tried to get evidence that he was hurting you, but it was difficult. If you had a camera out, Kenma wouldn't try anything. If you tried to be sneakier and audio record him, he just remained silent. He always seemed to know what you were up to.

Kenma was intelligent and good at predicting others' movements. You'd seen that in him the last time the school went to a volleyball tournament, but you never expected that to be used on you.

Would there ever be a way to show others that Kenma was nothing but cruel to you?

At this point, you were ready to give up.

The next time he cornered you, ready to hurt you once more, you begged to know why. You begged him to stop and leave you alone until your throat burned and tears pricked your eyes. It wasn't long until you bowed so low that he became taller and the tears escaped your eyes, dripping to the floor, as you promised that you'd do anything for him if he'd just stop.

But as you raised your teary eyes to see his expression, you realized that it was all in vain. That Kenma would never stop torturing you.

His smile was wider than it had ever been before.