Unwanted Alliance | Yandere boy x reader

chapter 1

You never agreed to go to Highschool.

Never once in your life have you ever thought you would make it past 16, the beginning of your teenage years.

You weren't as interested in participating in school throughout the years. You found yourself blankly staring at the teachers mouth move into different shapes as they explain concepts.

It was all very confusing to you.

One teacher would be very easy-going with all the assignments, barely punishing anyone who turns in late homework.

Then another teacher would be so strict, strict enough to ban usage of going to the bathroom.

You didn't understand teachers. You sometimes liked teachers, and sometimes you hated them.

However you quickly realized that you will have to deal with many of them once you reached High School.

You remembered the time when it was your first day of High School, the day where death still hadn't reached you. You dreaded everything that was to come once you entered the building; but kept your hopes high that it was better than the home you currently resided in.

Buttoning the last buttons of your uniform, you patted the fabricated material to smoothen the tiny wrinkles. Your eyes flickered to your reflection from the big mirror that was placed on your pale-colored wall.

A neutral expression was casted on your features as you glanced at every detail, every imperfection that was on your face. You didn't necessarily care about putting in the effort on your physical appearance.

It was just school. Hundreds of students, hundreds of different higher classes. Nobody is going to care about you, and you aren't going to care about anyone.

You often thought yourself less as a civilian in society and more like a peasant, in your own home and even in school. Perhaps that was the reason you hated school— and why you were dreading High School.

"[Name]!"

A snap from downstairs broke you out of your thoughts, your head slightly turning at your closed door.

The sound of your mother's harsh calling made you hurriedly run around your room to find your bag. You made sure to pack everything the night before, so you didn't have to make en an to borrow utensils from classmates. Or bother the teacher with missing items.

Dashing out of your room, you glided down the wooden stairs in such a haste. You felt the steps creak with each step you took, turning a rough corner before you practically skipped to the kitchen.

The scent of freshly made pancakes filled your nose with delight, smelling the added chocolate chips and syrup dripped on the platter. Your eyes hungrily scanned the stack of pancakes.

Such a surprise that your mother was capable of making such a feast for breakfast, but you weren't complaining. You quickly walked to the marbled counter and stretched your arm to take a piece.

Your hand was smacked away softly by your mother, giving you a stern look as she held her hip.

"That's not for you, it's for your brother. He has a game today and he needs to fuel up. You worry about getting to school today."

You threw your head back as you pretended to be utterly offended, holding your hand up.

"Well, I am quite offended that you think I am not a normal human being who needs food as fuel as well. What am I going to eat for breakfast?"

Your mother quickly discarded your presence as she walked back to the stove. She took the pan filled with eggs before splattering it on a white plate.

"Eat in your new school. Your brother told me there is free cinnamon rolls they serve every morning."