『あやとの愛。』- Ayato no Ai: Yandere-Kun x Reader

Chapter 11

She flinched from her spot. "What do you mean?"

"There's someone else after Senpai." He combed back his hair with his fingers, a hint of unease to his usual calm voice.

"What? That quickly?" She turned to face him, perplexed. "Wait, how do you even know?" He hesitated, which fuelled both her curiosity and frustration. "Would you please tell me how you gather stuff like that? I feel like I'm being left in the dark when we both agreed we'd work side by side."

"Fine." He exhaled defeatedly, "There's someone. You've probably heard of Info-Kun, right?"

"That rumour about some student that hands out favours for people in the school? You can't tell me he actually exists. Nobody's ever seen him. He's about as fictitious as that cherry blossom tree superstition."

"I can assure you he's absolutely real." Ayato said with a degree of conviction that made (Y/n) believe that he believed what he was saying, "You probably haven't come into contact with him because you're a woman. He only ever provides services for the guys at our school and a scarce number of men at that. Usually for... suspicious purposes, to say the least." He pressed his back against the fountain, looking into her attentive eyes, "His first time contacting me was about Najimi, completely without being approached. For some reason or another, he has taken it upon himself to inform me of people after Senpai. I don't know what his intentions are, just that he's useful to me. Though, he's rather sadistic in character, you can tell through his messages."

The information hit her all at once, causing her to allow silence to ensue between them for a while before the girl spoke, "He can't be doing that without some sort of ulterior motive."

"Exactly. He says that he would enjoy watching how I eliminate rivals, but the whole idea of it throws me off. It's clear he's been watching me, because he knows of my affections for Senpai. But the way he hints at murder almost feels as though..."

"...As though he wants you to go down a murderous route." She completed his sentence subconsciously. She hadn't realised that she had fallen into a daze while he spoke, to which she broke out whilst he finished speaking.

"Either way, I remain wary of him. He's neither a foe nor an ally, just a tool."

"Best way to think about him, I suppose. By the way," Her head perked up from her former resting position, "What do you think of me? A friend or an enemy?"

He placed a hand onto her head, and slowly moved it down her hair in a slow, cold caress. Odd, she thought, but decided to not comment on it. "You're far too good-natured to become my enemy. You're a slave to your own kindness." She felt slightly offended by his jab, but knew it was true. By getting to know him bit by bit, her original plans of destroying him were becoming undone. "That, by default, makes you my first friend."

That was a silver lining to her new eventful life. Two friends instead of one, who would've thought.

"Your first friend? Have you never had other friends?" She inquired, mildly concerned. 

"Not particularly. When I was a child, I was first adjusting to the conventions of the world. I was cold, distant and pragmatic from an early age." He recalled in a soft tone. (Y/n) knew it couldn't have been for nostalgic reasons, as his 'emptiness' as he put it, wouldn't have allowed for such sentimental feelings. "During play time, I would sit quietly in the classroom, staring off onto my desk while the other kids joyfully played around me. My inability to assimilate within that environment made me an easy target for kids to pick on. You know, the usual, throwing scrunched up piles of paper at me, drawing on my desk, pushing me around. I couldn't make friends under those circumstances as an outcast."