Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 6 - Hearing

"Uh, it's nothing," I mumbled nervously, my voice betraying the unease that had settled over me.

"You were about to call me the Devil, weren't you?" he pressed, his eyes narrowing in on me.

"Kinda... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," I admitted, my discomfort evident.

"Do you think I'm that bad?" he asked, his tone taking on a more serious note.

"No, not really," I responded honestly, my eyes meeting his as he moved closer to me.

He closed the gap, meeting my gaze on equal terms, his presence surprisingly less intimidating than I had expected.

"And if I... if I did all of those rumors?" he continued, his voice softer.

"Well, you haven't really hurt me over the jacket thing, so I wouldn't really care," I replied, my honesty surprising even me.

"Hm... you really are something else. Come on, we need to go over some stuff for the upcoming test," he said, shifting the conversation to more mundane matters.

"Uh... okay," I agreed, somewhat relieved.

We delved into the material, concentrating on our studies until his phone chimed with a message.

"Sorry to put you in an awkward position, but my friend Damon... wanted to know if Mel was single," he explained, switching gears.

"Really?" I inquired, curious about the sudden shift in topic.

"Why, is she taken?" he asked, his interest piqued.

"No, it's, um..." I chuckled. "She actually has a crush on him. We were even talking about it yesterday."

"Oh, well, that's great. He's been talking about her non-stop," he revealed, his expression brightening.

"Wait, is he going to confess to her or something?" I inquired.

"He's planning on it. What's her favorite color?" he asked, clearly invested in helping his friend with this endeavor.

"Oh, trust me, all he needs to do is ask her out. Nothing big," I assured him.

"Do you have a crush on anyone?" he suddenly asked, catching me off guard, and I couldn't help but wonder what prompted the question.

"Not really," I confessed, my voice carrying the weight of academic pressures and the constant whirlwind of deadlines. "I've been so stressed out over school and stuff that I never really noticed anyone. How about you?"

He leaned back, contemplating my question before answering, his expression pensive. "I've had my eye on one person for a while... but I think I'm going to wait before I do anything."

His words hung in the air between us, a thread of tension connecting our thoughts and emotions. I met his intense gaze, silently urging him to share more about this person who had captured his attention.

"Oh, I forgot," I suddenly realized, my voice shifting to a more casual tone. "I've got to start working on my writing project"

"Good luck," He offered, his curiosity still simmering beneath the surface.

Later, when I returned home, I settled in front of my laptop. The words flowed from my fingertips as I began to write, the screen becoming my canvas for self-expression.

"The willingness to do anything for someone can consume you, gradually erasing the essence of who you once were until you become nothing but a fading memory in that person's life. I've always loved love, the beautiful complexities of it, but sometimes, it feels like staring into a mirror and never recognizing the reflection staring back."

I paused, allowing the weight of my words to sink in, a deep sense of introspection filling the room. Deciding that it was enough for the day, I closed my laptop, leaving my thoughts to linger in the quiet solitude of my room.

My phone buzzed once more, and I couldn't help but smile as I read the message. "You know, you're the only person who checks on me this often."

"I know I am," came the reply, warm and reassuring. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good. Hey, quick question. Do you think what you're doing is morally wrong?" I ventured, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Nope," he responded confidently. "I'm just watching over you."

"Oh, so you're delusional," I teased, a playful tone in my message.

"Only for you," he retorted, his words carrying a hint of affection.

I settled back into my chair, my thoughts drifting to the money he had given me. It was a substantial sum, and I couldn't help but glance at my aging computer and the threadbare clothes that had seen better days.

"You know what? I'm going shopping," I declared, determination fueling my decision.

"Take pictures for me," he requested, his interest piqued.

I made my way to the mall, indulging in the retail therapy that had been long overdue. I upgraded my computer and shopped for a fresh wardrobe, breathing new life into my tired closet. As I strolled through the mall, engrossed in my shopping, I was suddenly brought to a halt as I almost bumped into Christian again.

"Oh, hey there," I greeted him with a surprised smile as I realized we had crossed paths again.

"Hey, shopping?" he inquired, his eyes wandering over the bags in my hands.

"Yeah, a bit," I replied, glancing at the bags he was carrying, which happened to be from the same store I had just visited. "(F/S)?"

His gaze met mine, and I couldn't help but notice a mysterious glint in his eyes, like he held a secret he was itching to share. His lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile, and his voice held a subtle hint of something more.

"Yeah, I just love their winter clothes," he said, his words carrying an underlying sense of anticipation. "You know, they said it's going to be a terrible winter."

"But it isn't for another three months," I pointed out, though I couldn't ignore the intriguing look in his eyes, a look that suggested there might be more to his words than met the eye.

"It's always good to prepare," he replied with that same mysterious gaze, leaving me to wonder what he might be alluding to and what secrets lay behind his enigmatic facade.