彼は欺瞞的だ | 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄
↳（ yandere reverse harem x fem! reader ）
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, fou ̶f̶̶i̶̶v̶̶e̶ boys who seem to be entirely too perfect start to gain an unhealthy interest in a girl to the point it consumes them comple...
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"I'm telling you, Kana, you're just gonna get bored of this transfer student just like every other guy that you've dated," Amar groaned with irritation at the mention of yet another boy, his eyes flicking towards (Y/N) in hopes that she would agree and they could move on from the topic. "Like, come on."
"Don't be so negative," Kana retorted.
"I'm being realistic."
(Y/N), having been accompanying the two after Jess left to her class, rolled her eyes and internally face palmed. While she hated how often the two squabbled, she didn't really try to intervene. Waving a brief farewell to the two, she then continued down the hall, ignoring the pleasing look Amar sent her. Florens Academy was a glistening white building that spread out over ten acres, a large field being in front with a wrought iron gate surrounding the premise. While it was beautiful outside with a green field and stadium with rose bushes having said flower of all colors—including the original red—the inside seemed to be more spectacular. The floors and walls and ceilings glistened just as white as the outside, the only other color being a crystal blue that decorated lockers and doors.
The classrooms had a different layout, though.
Walking into her first period—World Literature—her footfalls which were once loud were now stifled by the grey carpet that was in every room, disregarding the cafeteria, gymnasium, and art room. Large floor to ceiling windows were set into the wall opposite were she entered, giving way to sunlight to trickle into the space. Desks that sat in rows of four horizontally and six vertically filled up most of the classroom with the remaining space was given to the teacher and their desk.
As she settled into her own desk, she promptly folded her arms over the wooden top and fell asleep. Having been woken up by the dreadful invention known as the alarm clock, even though she went to bed early, something about that morning made her more sleepy than she was willing to admit.
And what was better than sleeping, really?
Sleep gives you dreams...
Energy...
Why should I do school when I can sleep?
Snuggling her face further into the crook of her arm, the rather worn jacket she was wearing a comfortable pillow, she sighed as she let her consciousness drift.
But that bliss only lasted so long.
Startling awake after the door to the room slammed open, she groaned, the teacher—Mrs. Young—also having to stop mid sentence in the excerpt she was reading to look with a disproving frown at the newcomer, the rest of the class however with a mixture of irritation and happiness.
(Y/N) was in the former category.
Seriously?
The boy that had decided to startle everyone with his loud presence was tall with dark hair and piercing amber eyes that swept around the classroom with obvious disinterest. There was an ugly bruise that ran across his lower jaw up toward his left eye, a prominent mark against his otherwise dark skin.
An obvious wannabe delinquent...
Why must he be in my class?
Making God awful noise of all things and interrupting my nap?
As (Y/N) grumbled to herself, Mrs. Young sighed and said, "Well, Mr. Orval, I'm glad you could join us. Especially after being... twenty minutes late?" Opening her book back up, she continued, "I suggest instead of just standing there, you go find a seat."
Some of the students flinched when she said that, Nicolai's reputation of violence preceding him, however the older woman, being street smart as was told from her stories back when she lived in China, held nothing but exasperation for the teenager, finding his lack of attendance somewhat of a problem that no matter how hard she tried, she could never solve. He narrowed his eyes however complied all the same, shoving past some people even as he made his way to the back. (Y/N) by that point had resorted back to trying to catch a few minutes of sleep, however the harsh kick of her chair making her bolt upward with annoyance clear as day written over her features.
"What the hell?" She hissed quietly up at Nicolai, slightly unnerved by how much larger he was.
"Get up," he demanded in an uninterested tone.
She stared at him blankly, a small battle going on in her mind to yell at him or just ignore him, and she chose the latter, finding that option much easier and less energy consuming. Instead of answering, she turned away and plopped her head back on the desk, missing the twitch of his eyes and the curl of his lip. Finding her silence another irritating factor in his already crappy day, he wished to remind her exactly who it was she was talking to, but the harsh clearing of a throat made him stop.
"Aren't you going to sit, Mr. Orval?" Michelle questioned, once more, every pair of eyes looking back to him.
Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, Nicolai instead chose the seat next to (Y/N), the one that wasn't by the window, the one he had originally wanted to sit in until that was taken away from him by a rude and unrefined girl. He glared at her silently as she slept away in utter bliss and ignorance, his knuckles cracking as he flexed the fingers.
Is he still glaring at me?
Glancing out the window to her right, (Y/N) saw through the glass that he was indeed still glaring at her, not out of hatred, but out of something stemmed from a petty reason. Nicolai was someone that was feared and hated as much as he was adored, mainly though by the female population.
This guy is so weird.
Shouldn't I be the mad one? He interrupted my sleep and demanded for me to move.
What a dick.
Shaking her head within her mind, she forced herself to stand up when the synchronized tolls of the bell rang to signalize the end of class, packing her books away into her bag when Mrs. Young started speaking again.
"Class," she smiled while clasping her hands together. "Before you go, I have a little project for you all. By the end of the school year, I want a two thousand word essay on where you see yourself in ten years. I know, it's a little cliche and you've probably already done this before, but I really want to know, and maybe... you also might learn something new while thinking."
