Yandere! jjba x male reader

Erina x m! reader

Erina sat around the table with a group of high-class ladies, sipping on her tea and engaging in polite conversation. However, the atmosphere took a sour turn when one of the ladies brought up You and began to speak nasty things about You.

As the first lady spoke, "You know about Y/n, right? I heard about his trouble for punching someone and he said it was self-defence because the guy/girl couldn't stop messing around with him and I don't believe him, who would listen to him as if he knows that anything hahaha."

the others around the table laughed along, but Erina remained quiet and still. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the way they were talking about You behind you're back, and the second lady's comment.

"Hahaha, yeah, who would? Because I won't, and he is such a bad person... just like how he is getting Jonathan and Dio," the lady stated, causing others to erupt in mirthful agreement.

Erina's eyes darted around the table, unable to comprehend how her companions could participate in such mockery. The behavior felt malicious and unwarranted. Looking down at her tea, she clutched the cup tightly, trying to find solace in its warmth.

"Erina, isn't Jonathan supposed to be your man, not that Y/n?" the other lady questioned, her tone laced with condescension. Erina's anger surged within her, fueled by her growing frustration with the group's behavior. She swirled her tea impatiently, trying to drown out their laughter and hurtful comments about Y/n.

Ignoring the lady's mocking laughter, Erina brought the cup to her lips, sipping her tea deliberately. The taste felt bitter, mirroring her disappointment in the people she thought she knew. How could they speak so poorly of someone they barely knew, let alone judge her own choices?

Erina took a deep breath, mustering the strength to address the situation. Silently placing her cup back on the saucer, she locked eyes with each person around the table. With each gaze, her disappointment transformed into determination.

"I will not stand by and let this continue," Erina said firmly, her voice steady and resolute. "Y/n may not be here to defend himself, but that does not give us the right to belittle and mock him. We should treat others with respect and kindness."

Her words hung in the air, momentarily silencing the room. Some faces showed surprise, others shame, but Erina refused to back down. She had found her voice, and she would use it to challenge the toxicity that had tainted their gathering.

"I believe it's important that we reflect on our actions and strive to create an atmosphere of acceptance and understanding," Erina continued, her tone unwavering. "Let's focus on uplifting one another, rather than tearing others down. Only then can we truly call ourselves friends."

Silence engulfed the table, but this time it was different. It became silence with realization and self-reflection. Erina's words had struck a chord within each person, forcing them to confront the ugliness in their behavior.

As the weight of Erina's words settled in, the group began to hum with realization and guilt. Apologies were muttered, and promises were made to do better. Erina had sparked a change in their perspective, reminding them of the power of empathy and respect.

Erina let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that she had taken a stand against the negativity she witnessed. Encouraged by her own bravery, she made a silent vow to always remain true to herself and challenge unjust behavior, fostering a community of compassion and uplifting spirits.

No longer shackled by the discomfort, Erina felt a renewed sense of peace. She could navigate the world knowing that she had made a difference, even in the simplest of moments around a table, sipping tea.

"I must leave, ladies," Erina's voice carried a mix of both sorrow and resolution. "But I hope never to see you again." Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of resentment, as she turned her back on the would-be friends she had once believed in.

The tension increased with every step Erina took towards the exit. Her departure felt like a metaphorical slap in the face to those who had reveled in their superiority, believing themselves immune to consequences. But little did they know, Erina had a fitting punishment in store for them.

As Erina's retreating figure vanished from sight, a sudden discomfort settled amongst the remaining guests. The atmosphere, once filled with polite banter and laughter, began to dissipate, replaced by an eerie stillness. Seemingly out of nowhere, the group collectively started choking, clutching at their throats in desperate gasps for air.

Realization dawned on them too late, as they realized Erina had masterfully manipulated the situation. To everyone's astonishment, the cake they had indulged in had been laced with a lethal poison. Panic and fear gripped the ladies, their faces contorted with anguish as they struggled to comprehend their fate.

With a sly smirk on her face, Erina continued her departure, knowing that justice had been served. The poison became the embodiment of their venomous words, a physical manifestation of the toxicity they had chosen to embrace. In that moment, Erina found solace in the knowledge that those who had tormented her and tarnished her love's name were finally facing the consequences they deserved.

"This is what you get for saying awful things about my love, Y/n," Erina's voice echoed in her mind as she walked away, leaving behind a room filled with suffering and regret. It was a small victory amidst the chaos, a reminder that actions carry consequences, and no one is immune to the repercussions of their own cruelty.