[18+ Yandere Meowscarada x Reader] I'll Make Them All Disappear!

48 | Eyes Like Citrine

Gotta give it to them — the Blueberry Academy uniform is pretty slick. Looking at the numerous other students wearing it, it looked silly at first. Not something you saw yourself throwing on even if it killed you. But after finding a uniform stashed neatly away under the bed and tossing it on in spite of your packing — you didn't bring along too many outfits — you think it isn't all that bad.

If you had to guess, you'd say Lacey was the one who orchestrated that. The girl had everything planned out for you, and it's a little creepy — in a strangely endearing way.

You take a look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, fixing the collar of the uniform shirt and patting down wrinkles in the navy blue shorts. In the middle of your fit is a dapper red tie, split by a subtle hue of blue. It balances the whole thing out, and the polyester shirt is far from uncomfortable. You just know it'll be easy to sweat in, so you'd prefer not moving around too much today.

Feeling a little more comfortable with this place, you strike a funny face at your reflection. Lips tugged up into a silly grin, eyebrows wiggling like worms, jawline exaggerated in a way you've seen online. You blow a kiss at yourself. Hey, good lookin'. The kind of bathroom mirror interaction you wouldn't want anyone but you to see.

But of course, Meowscarada comes whisking by you the moment your expression shifts.

"Nice one, handsome," she purrs.

You groan and throw away your silly look. Should've known she'd pop up out of thin air like that to tease you.

"Be quiet," you say.

"You're the cutest."

"You're not. Murderer."

"You're still going on about that?"

"Yes." You throw your hands up, turning to face her. "You went haywire for no good reason, and you expect me to forget?"

"Meow. Come on, you're killing the vibe." She tries to knead her paws into your shoulders, a poor attempt at a massage foiled by you when you squirm out of her clutches. She looks at you, pouts, disappointed she can't keep her paws on you.

"I think we need to talk, Meowscarada. Seriously." Your face softens. "There's something going on with you. And I know that's not saying a lot, since you're already giga weird, but I..."

You trail off, trying to piece the words together in a way that'll capture her attention for as long as she can feed it to you. It isn't very often she stops and listens intently unless she's getting something out of it. This time, you've got her right where you want her.

"I don't wanna see you hurting," you say honestly. "You know I hate getting emotional, but I care about you too much to turn a blind eye to your weird behavior."

At this, Meowscarada's face falters. A cold hesitation seizes her features, her eyes nervously evading your piercing gaze. She looks to the wall, distant, as though she could gaze beyond it into a world you're unable to see.

"Just talk to me," you add in a softer voice, making the feline freeze up even harder. "You tried cutting me off when I saw that... thing... in your headspace. You know, when we shared your body for a solid ten minutes."

"Listen, I'm just not comfortable sharing it," she bites back quickly.

"I just can't have you worrying about me, Master," she thinks. "And now that I've seen what my body is made of, I really can't even think straight anymore."

"Not comfortable sharing it? With me?" Your eyebrow subconsciously shoots up. "I thought—"

"I know, I know! I trust you with every fiber of my being. I do." She looks away and proceeds to mumble with irritation burned into her face, "at least when you're not prancing around other girls."