𝟓𝟎% 𝐎𝐅𝐅!【✘MALE! YANDERE VARIOUS】(dom! reader)

29. "do those really exist?"

you know the feeling when you sleep on the sofa as a child, snoozing while watching a movie or a cartoon or something late in the night, and then you wake up in your bed all tucked in and snug? and you feel this sense of wonder and magic?

that's what happened. 

the sheets hugged to your body like a lover's embrace, soft cloth feeling smooth and warm against skin while what felt like weights pulling your eyelids shut, it almost felt like you were at the beginning. like the day of being bundled in cloth while the water beneath your basket swayed like you were in prince of egypt.

like you were being cared for and spoiled by your moms. the fleece reminded you of sleeping under the sun and a weight on your leg and the fuzziness of a sheep cuddling up alongside you.

and then the covers were pulled right from you.

"good morning mist! it is exactly 6:40 in the morning. as much as i wish to let your beauty sleep continue you have 30 minutes to prepare for your classes." a somehow professional, sarcastic tone reminded.

fuck that's going to leave a mark on your record.

you jumped from your bed and fell onto the floor on your face, crawling your dresser to grab your clothes and move the bathroom as you grabbed the walls to pull you into a standing position.

"you have 15 minutes left mist! i hope you have enough time to eat breakfast." the maid from before, called out.

you stumble out of the bathroom, steam billowing from behind you with your clothes barely tucked in and with a face raw by scrubbing sleep away from your eyes.

slinging your shoulder through the strap of your bag you somehow manage to nab an apple from the kitchen, leaving from the back of the manor and running through the carriage roads toward the rich part of town, a shortcut you're most familiar to.

your shoes kick gravel, and the cloth you tied around the collar of your outfit is loose. your hands shakily push back hair and sweat as you hurriedly make the finishing touches to your uniform. school jacket/cloak loose on shoulders.

you manage to arrive a few minutes before the professor. zombie walking towards your seat before slumping down and eventually crumbling next to a very panicked auric while ignoring a certain ruby-red gaze.

you're dragged out of the fog with wood-grain imprints on your face and the feeling of a finger poking you at random intervals, like some kid poking a dead body with a stick bracing themself in case it springs to life to maul them.

the person seems to notice your response and proceeds to talk, "i... while I'm... flattered? that you took my advice very seriously, i don't..." he stammers, "coming to school on the brink of death isn't... don't tell me you pulled an all nighter just for this."

you remained silent, you're technically abiding his request. he frowned deeper, his soft face making him look more like he was pouting than serious.

"... nevermind, here's this class notes, it's... shorter and more 'to-the-point' this time." he smacked a loose paper to your table before changing his mind and gathering it neatly along with your supplies.

"... try to prioritize your health next time, don't end up like mmm..." he paused before rephrasing , "like some sort of potion-making lich."

"do those really exist?" you questioned, half in mockery and genuine intrigue.

"well... not since thirty years ago when the church sponsored the short-lived adventurers guild to 'exorcise' the world of all---" he coughed, "don't try to change the subject! this is no time for impromptu lectures, and----and we're almost going to be late!"

he huffed, "light, you know what. i AM going to tutor you! you're... you're hopeless! meet me at..." he flushed, "that courtyard."

you almost forgot that happened. no wonder he's so calm, poor thing was pent up. you blinked slowly at him before raising both brows, a grin forming in your mouth.

"not like that!" he flushed, before rubbing a hand to his face, "sure it... was nice and all, but... anyway! it is the place that is very prominent in our memories, plus... it's kinda symbolic?"

"i see, still surprised you're calm about the whole... thing."

he thinned his lips, "me too... well, i'm almost late! and you're too!" he jabbed a finger in your direction.

he shoved (more like aggressively organized) your supplies back into your bag, closing it and then pushing it into your arms, slipping his own around his neck and pushing an arm through.

he made a move to leave class before changing his mind and turning, his mouth moving a bit as if trying to find words then settling into a "i... will see you later!" and bolting out the door.

you looked at the open door, you don't know wether to cheer since 'yay more knowledge' or curl into a ball and sob because that means you have to go to odius, the only teacher that stays at afternoon and willing to supervise.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

you breathe, ignoring the chills on your arm before slinging your satchel around you. mentally planning what's probably going to happen.

first, you're meeting auric at the courtyard. then you're going to meet odius and mind game too much.

he wants you to fake-debate him for both your images to make it seem less like you're in 'cahoots' (not wrong, but also not right either). because when the tutoring becomes official the paperwork, which is probably going to be read by a 'higher-up', will probably be considered sus since it was approved by him at all, but with a witness (your maybe-tutor, auric) it will seem less.

... but he actually don't want the tutoring to go through (for some reason) so the argument is genuine but he knows it's good...

god, you hate bureaucracy and double double-speak.

you're probably late. fuck×4.

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[auric is... anxious about meeting you there]

sometimes i forget that during 2023 (can you believe this fic is almost 2 years old? i swear it was more) i wasn't really planning stuff and was going all 'you get smut! everyone gets smut'.

so like the lazy bum i am, instead of rewriting the story and make it more up-to-date with my actual writing style i'm going to make all the weird bits plot points! you can't stop me!