Churlish Love [yandere x reader]

Death of Sleep

By the time you had reached school, your fatigue has hitting you, hard. It was no surprise that when you started lessons, you fell asleep immediately, despite Yumi's coaxing to wake up.

And it was also no surprise that you got a detention.  A lunch-time one, but still a detention.

Oh how were you ever going to explain that to your ever-so kind parents?

By the time lunch began, you felt starved, wronged, tired, and all of the above in one large mix-match of feeling, why wasn't food allowed in detention? Sucks to be you.

You sigh, and make your way to the detention room, rapping slightly on the door before a gruff voice responded with, "Come In".

As you take your first baby steps into the classroom, you notice a balding middle aged man with a beard that must've been the only thing to not stop in his life. His eyes had very obviously lost the light in them eons ago and as far as you could tell, no love by a partner or parent had been given to him since his early childhood. The dwarf like man sat as his desk, hunched over a laptop, probably unaware of your presence. Hesitantly, you make your way to his desk. 

Maybe your expert analysis wasn't quite on the level of what Yumi would say, but the girl herself would likely penetrate into the man's micro-actions and hard-wire his brain just to tell you about his crippling gambling addiction.

"Uhm- hello sir, I have a detention uh- what do I do??" God, it sounded awkward just saying it, plus you could feel your face heat up, upon noticing other people in the room, you sounded like such a little swot.

At the far back, there was a pretty girl that seemed to scowl at you when you glanced at her, and her next-door neighbour seemed just as friendly equally, shooting you a definite look, with no other way to describe it, other than the fact that malice was at the very essence of it, yikes.

At the front, there was a girl who looked somewhat understanding but you could tell was going to pretend that no matter what, nobody existed for her entire duration there, likely including herself in that as she seemed to be burrowed over something particularly odd, it looked like a comic but had a suspicious cover and was written using some foreign alphabet, maybe kanji?

And finally, a boy in the middle rows, practically lounging back on a chair, uncaring of whatever his cause of detention was or the penalty he was subjected to. Not like the teacher cared either, with that far-gone look in his eyes.

Was no one in here at least some level sane?

Your quick rake of your 'classmates' came to an end when you could see the dwarf guy actually processing your words.

"Here." The man hands you a sheet of paper, titled 'Reflection Task', "Finish this and hand it into me in half an hour, then you can go." His voice sounded raspy as he said the last part, and whilst he spoke, he lightly coughed on the sheet, gross.

Not bothering to occupy any more of his time than necessary, you made your way to the desks, and was faced with another dilemma, where to sit.

Of course, the obvious option would be the back, but looking at the two occupants, you would be smited to death, but the front was pretty empty? but in clear view of the teacher and anyone else who cared to watch you, making the middle row the only plausible option.

But where to sit in the middle row? Ugh, as much as you hated to admit it, the seats next to that goofy looking guy seemed best. You could just see the pink outlines of gum on the best seats, leaving only a few unscathed, just around where he sat, great.

Ignoring him was your best bet, you thought, as you tried to inconspicuous take a seat. But a sh*tty school budget = creaky, loud chairs. As soon as you made a move to sit, all eyes were on you, heck even the sleepy guy, who you hadn't noticed, in the back felt to be scouring his eyes over everything you'd do.