Anomalous (Yanderes x reader)

[50] Rescue

A classroom door opened and a high school boy entered. Buttons were in place and his uniform was clean. Though, his dress shirt wasn't ironed. Look, the student cared enough to look presentable, but was practical enough to know that there was no point ironing his black shirt if he was going to cover it with a dark red blazer.

When he approached his desk, his dark brown hair momentarily fell over his eyes as he glanced down. Lips pressed into a thin line, the boy observed the state of his desk. Trash, such as finished food packages and tissues, were dumped onto it. Oh, and special mention to the strings of childish and derogatory insults carved onto the surface.

An exasperated sigh left the student. Luckily, it was pretty early. He had time to clean the desk before class started. As for the carvings? Well, he would be covering them up with books and such anyways. Already prepared for scenarios such as this, the student took out disposable gloves from his bag. As he was just about to put them on, he heard snickering from behind his back. Dark brown eyes narrowed as his gaze turned to the classroom door.

There were three other students. They were sneering with eyes crinkled in arrogant amusement.

A girl laughed, "I bet he's going to cry."

"Pft, he's looking at us," a boy said. "What's with that face? You turning into a vengeful apparition or something?"

"Disgusting," another boy followed up with. "Alastor. Even his name sounds close to the word apparition."

Alastor sighed at the trio.

Apparitions. The city's enemy. Look, it wasn't like Alastor was an apparition enthusiast waving around huge cardboard signs saying that we should love and appreciate them––he simply expressed a different opinion during class once.

"I think some apparitions are pretty harmless, though. They just exist. Why bother exorcising them?"

Alastor remembered how the class fell silent as the teacher awkwardly cleared his throat and moved on with the lesson. People then tended to act distant towards him, but it wasn't anything terrible really. Such treatment was inevitable for those who didn't follow the crowd. However, there were a few annoying consequences. Some saw it as the perfect opportunity to target him. These idiots, for example. There were a couple of others, but these three seemed obsessed with him.

Alastor approached the three students.

"Oh, he's mad," one of the boys, which Alastor mentally noted he put way too much gel in his hair, laughed at him. "Maybe he will turn into a vengeful apparition after all! But he'd have to die first––"

The best thing to do was to remain calm and not aggravate the situation. That was reasonable. Walk away and get on with your day.

So Alastor punched the boy in the face.

Cut to the principal's office. Without shame and with arms folded, Alastor casually sat in his seat with three beaten up students on the other side of the room. Alastor had a few bruises and scratches of his own, but he dealt more damage than received.

"Let this slide?!" The boy's loud voice could give megaphones a run for their money. "He almost killed us!"

Dramatic. All I did was rearrange your jaw a little.

In between sobs, the girl choked out, "He even hit a girl!"

"I don't discriminate," Alastor replied.

The principal merely sighed at the bickering and ran a hand through his greying hair.

"You both were in the wrong. Alastor has already apologised, now you three need to do the same."