Who ruled the world? "Yandere Sub!Men x Fem! Reader."

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Previously on WRTW chapter 1:

The nurse gave you the medical tools, and you proceeded to fix the boy. After dressing up the wounds without the guidance and help of the nurse. The nurse is amazed at your skills, you have basic knowledge and skills when it comes to medicines because one of your dads is a doctor, he taught you how to clean and dress up the wounds, it is just a piece of basic knowledge.

"Now, we will just leave him here to make him comfortable and if you want to, you can stay here and keep him company." You lightly scowl at him, "Nah, I won't stay I'm already 40 minutes late on my first subject on my first day here." You scoffed.

"Oh," he chuckled, "Alright then, I won't stop you missy, but heed my warnings okay? You should not help people who go against their way." You grimaced at him. "K" then you left.

"Fucking finally!" you inwardly thought as you are now standing at your original destination. Your first subject is History 101. You are now internally panicking and you run over the possible embarrassing scenarios in your head. Will the professor get mad at you for being late? You hope that they won't be mad at you.

Then you decided to knock and open the door. The moment you stepped inside, all of the eyes were on you now. You are a nervous wreck now but your face doesn't show it but your mind. You quickly apologize to your professor for being late and you state your reason why you're late.

While you explained your side, you heard a lot of murmurs and shock reactions. Oh, dumb Y/N why did you tell him that incident?

The professors' reactions mirror the rest of the student's reactions. Then he forgives you for being late for the class and warns you next time that you are late he will not accept you, and he commands you to sit on the vacant chair. Of course, you comply with him.

You are now sitting on the vacant chair located in the back near the window. A typical protagonist's style.

"Miss Jahad, turn your history book on page 65 and listen well, we will have a short quiz about this lesson." Your professor said and you nodded at him.

"H-Hi!" A sudden voice disturbed you, you turned to the speaker and gave him a deadpanned look. That made him flinched at your cold exterior.

"Hello,"
"Hi, Miss Jahad, right? I'm Addison Lawrence, you can call me Adi for short. How bout yours? Would you prefer to be called by your first name, hmm?" He said in the softest voice you ever heard.

You contemplating whether you want him to call you by your given name or not, but since you want friends then why not? You nodded at him.

"Yes, I'm Y/N." He beamed at you, and you are sure that you have met an angel. He has soft features that make girls want to protect and pamper him. He has soft messy, pale yellow hair and a pair of light gray eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N! Hope we become friends and survive history together!" he gave you a hopeful look.

"Yes, likewise."
"So, I just wanted to talk with you in hoping we become friends, and you see, it is also my first day here. Well, a lot of first-year students right now, actually, but you are the first person I got to talk to. You see, I, um, kind of shy person. I don't usually talk to people I never met before. But seeing you removes the shyness from me. I don't know why, but seeing you boosts my confidence." He smiles at you genuinely with a blush on his face across to the tips of his ears.

You don't know how to reply to that, so you just said okay to him, and it seems he expected that response from you since it's you. He appears to be an observant type, and he already knows your behavior and pattern.

"So, let's get to know each other, shall we?"
"But we should keep listening to the professor, though."
"Aww, come on, just this once~."
"But the quiz?"
"It's alright! I'll let you copy my answer; how about that?"
"Oh, did you already learn the topic?"
"Uhh, Nope, but I have stock knowledge here." he pointed out his head.
"I doubt that"
"Hehe, trust me!"
"Hmm. Fine, so what do you want to know?"
"Basic questions."
"Ok"
"Your age?"
"Same as you, 19"

As you keep answering his question and he answers yours, you arrive at the question where it's more personal.

"Since you are a girl, how do you feel about it?"
"Feel what?"
"Superiority." his eyes darkened, and he looked unsettled.
You don't want to be honest with him, but at the same time, you want to.
"It's sucks, I hate attention. My parents and the rest of my dads pampered me with anything, giving their best attention to me, while the rest of my siblings were left in the dark. I hate it. I wish my siblings could get the same treatment I have. If I could change the world, I would." You honestly told him.

Addi became quiet after that. His eyes seemed to get a little glossy and got teary. Then he suddenly hugs you, and you panic inside at the physical touch of the opposite male. He chuckled and let go of you.

"Then another set of questions~"
"Huh? I thought it's done."
"Nope, now care to tell me the type of man you are looking for in a relationship?" He stares at you, his head resting on his palm while her elbow sits on his desk.
"I, uh, My parents said to have a lover that will do anything for me, a caring partner and will accept my other husbands without jealousy. They said my partner should be able to satisfy me in bed, though I don't know what she meant about that." he blushed aggressively. "T-that's not what I mean! I want to hear about you, in your preferences, your type of men, not your parent's."

"Hmm, I didn't think about that. I guess I don't have one," you said with a poker face.
"How about you? What's your type? Do you have someone in mind?" you asked him.

"M-me? I, uh-" he became a flustered mess, shocked at your sudden question. He keeps avoiding your gaze.

"I...—" your professor cut him off by announcing a quiz you must take. Damn, you didn't listen throughout the discussion. Now you are fucked.

Addi looks pleased when the professor cuts him off; he notices your panicked expression. He chuckles at the sight, "Don't worry, Y/N, didn't I tell you that I'll let you copy mine? No need to fret, I got your back." he playfully ruffles your head.

You sighed, "Alright, I'll trust you for now, but if we fail, I swear I'll kick your ass." you grinned at him, and he chuckles at your threat.

Unfortunately, you both failed the quiz.