𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽...( YANDERE BLUE LOCK X READER)

Chapter 7 (Back to School)

The morning was pleasant and welcoming, with the sound of students chatting and laughing filling the air at the school entrance. The sun shone lightly in the sky, casting a warm glow on the faces of those going about their early morning routines. Parents were dropping off their children, other students were meeting up with friends, and the entire atmosphere was one of anticipation and excitement for the start of a new day.

Stepping out of the carriage, your eyes immediately fixated on a familiar sight. The tall figure of Barou, with his jet-black hair, stood nearby. Without hesitation, you called out his name, your voice filled with excitement. Without waiting for a response, you dashed towards him and hopped onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and demanding a piggy-back ride.

Barou's voice raised in protest as you suddenly jumped onto his back, his words a mixture of feigned irritation. "Oi! Don't just jump on my back like that!" However, instead of shaking you off, he instead firmly grasped your thighs, holding onto you as if unwilling to let go. With a grumble he continued walking albeit with you still clinging to his back.

As Barou and you arrived at the assembly hall you could see everyone lined up preparing for the day's gathering. The chatter of students filled the air, a mix of excitement and mild boredom as they waited for the assembly to begin. The auditorium was filled with anticipation, knowing that important announcements or events often took place during these gatherings.

You made your way to your assigned class, quickly locating a seat in the familiar surroundings. Similarly, Barou went to his own class settling down at his designated spot, each of you blending into the typical morning routine of students attending their respective classes.

After a full day of lectures and academic routines, a sudden change in atmosphere announced itself as a performance began on the stage. Students turned their attention towards the platform, curious and excited to see what was about to unfold. The buzz of chatter was momentarily replaced by a sense of anticipation as everyone prepared to watch the spectacle.

As the performance commenced, all eyes were drawn to the figure of a woman gracefully moving across the stage in a flowing white dress. Her face, veiled in crisp white fabric, added an air of mystique and intrigue to her dance. The other dancers moved around her, their choreography forming a captivating tableau alongside the mysterious and elusive figure in white.

With every graceful movement that she made, the dancer captivated the attention of the entire audience. Her elegant dance steps, combined with her mysterious identity, drew the gazes of the onlookers, their admiration growing with each passing moment. People whispered in awe, some in wonder, while others simply marveled at the beauty and artistry she exuded.

It was incredible to see how the dancer's skill and confidence shone through despite the veil covering her face. With every graceful twirl and skillful step, it seemed as though she was speaking volumes without uttering a single word. The effect was mesmerizing, an undeniable testament to her innate talent and dedication to her craft.

As the dance performance came to a close, the last notes of music echoed through the auditorium. The dancers took a final bow, the mysterious woman in white among them, before they left the stage, disappearing behind the curtains. The principal then stepped up to the stage, ready to deliver the final speech of the assembly.

Your gaze shifted to the side, landing on a girl with short green hair sitting next to you. Recognition dawned as you recalled her as the baker's daughter. A warm, friendly smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you turned to her. "Hey," you began, your tone pleasant and apologetic, "Sorry for bothering you, but could you tell me what that dance was all about earlier?"

She nodded in response to your question, her tone eager to provide an explanation. "Yeah, sure!" she began. "Well, actually, that dance was for the saintess." she explained further. Your eyebrows raised in curiosity upon hearing her answer. "For the saintess?" you repeated, voice filled with intrigue.

The girl nodded once more, her excitement evident as she continued her explanation. "Right, the saintess," she affirmed. "She's been gone for thousands of years now, yet everyone still knows her role as a saintess. But no one truly knows her face or her name. All the knowledge is passed down by the temple." Her words spoke of the mysterious nature of the saintess and how little was known about her true identity despite her lasting legacy.

A warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you thanked the girl for explaining the dancing earlier. She returned the smile, her expression friendly and sincere. Your gaze then shifted back to the principal on stage, as you paid attention to his final remarks.
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After a long day at school, you returned to your estate and made your way to your room. Exhaustion washed over you, and you flopped down onto the bed, eager to unwind after the multitude of lectures and activities.

The maids entered your room, their nimble fingers working swiftly to help you prepare for the upcoming dinner with Ego. They assisted with your attire, helping you to dress in appropriate attire, while also checking to ensure everything was in order before the evening meal.

Once ready, you left the room and walked to the dining hall taking your seat at the table. Ego was already in the room, and the two of you settled in for the meal together. The maids placed various dishes on the table, the aroma of the food filling the air as you began to eat.

Ego broke the silence, his voice breaking through the room's quiet aura. "How was school today?" he inquired, his gaze resting on you with a mix of curiosity and genuine interest.

You replied to his question, your voice carrying a sense of casual nonchalance. "It was fine," you said, before continuing, "I got to see a dance performance today..." Your thoughts wandered to the elegant dancer with the mysterious white veil, her movements still vividly replaying in your mind.

There was a subtle change in Ego's demeanor as you mentioned the dance performance. His eyes focused intently, and a hint of realization seemed to cross his features. "It's starting... I forgot about this..." he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. The quiet statement carried a sense of tension and importance, as though he was aware of something significant yet untold.

Ego's expression displayed a hint of resignation as he began to explain. "This dance performance is a tradition that takes place every year," he began the tone of his voice betraying a sense of familiarity as if he had experienced the event numerous times before. "It's a form of respect for the Saintess, and after the performance, everyone goes to the temple for a blessing." His words carried a sense of duty yet his eyes betrayed a sense of boredom, as though the tradition had become tedious and repetitive.

Ego's tone remained nonchalant bordering on disinterested as he issued his next statement. "Well," he began, "prepare yourself. Soon enough, you'll be off to the temple to meet with all the nuns and the head priest." His words were matter-of-fact, as if the situation was nothing worth being excited for.

Your eyes flicked down to your food as Ego's words lingered in the air. You couldn't help but wonder about the future, specifically what lay in store for tomorrow. The prospect of visiting the temple and meeting with the nuns and head priest seemed a bit daunting, and your thoughts were filled with curiosity and perhaps a hint of apprehensive anticipation.

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Btw Y/N full name since she is adopted by Ego is Y/N Jinpachi. I know Jinpachi is Ego first name I just thought it will to let her last name Ego.