Only for you {Yandere boys x Female reader}

One Smile

"Good morning, Tristan."

"Morning," he responded, watching her slump into the cold metal desk. Relieved to see no fresh wounds on her arms.

The girl asked, "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay. Thanks for asking," he responded, fidgeting with his sleeve, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm happy to hear that!" she exclaimed.

He smiled at her kindness. "Y/N?"

She hummed in response.

"Can... can I ask you a personal question?"

Her face became despondent. "That depends."

"When, no who... who," his face heated up. 'Sh*t,' he thought, 'just say it. Why did you hurt yourself? Just say that. Do it now!'

She put a gentle hand on his shoulder, making his heart beat faster. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just wondering if..." His voice was cracking, and her hand felt like it was burning into his flesh. "Never mind, I forgot."

He chuckled bitterly. Y/n faced her attention back to the teacher, who had begun the lecture.

You always were a spineless coward.

She was right; he was a coward. Always hiding. His breath became heavy at the sound of the past resurfacing in his mind.

"Why Tristan? Why don't you believe me?"

Chris stood between him and the enraged girl. Chris snarled, "Because he isn't f*cking insane like you!"

"Chris, stop, please." His voice was almost a whisper. He walked over to the short-haired girl and asked, "How could you do this to me? I love you."

"I didn't do anything! That's what you're not f*cking comprehending! Chris is lying to you; why can't you see that?!"

Tristan shook his head. "No, he's not."

She glared at him, tears threatening to fall from her hazel eyes. "You're pathetic. Can't even stand up for yourself. What did you need to bring Chris along for? To fight for you because you can't have your own dam* opinion?"

"Shut up, bi*ch!" Chris snapped.

"Tristan....hey Tristan?"

His eyes fluttered open. Y/n alluring face looked concerned. "Sorry," he explained, "I was just thinking."

"Reliving past events? I do that a lot too."

He wanted to reach out and touch her hand or her shoulder—anything to show he understood. His hands were shaking; emotions were flooding in again. It hurt to breathe.

"Tristan, are you okay?" Her voice was urgent.

You good, Tristan?

No, something deep inside him knew he wasn't okay. Adrenaline pumped in his veins. Y/N watched frozen as Tristan ran out of the classroom, leaving his stuff behind.

The class sat in shock; silence filled the room. Y/N's heart was twisting into a dozen knots. The teacher paused and called the main office, who later picked up his stuff.

The class continued normally, but Y/N couldn't help but worry about her history partner.

..........

The bell signifying the end of class pinged through the classroom. Kou played with the bandages on the tips of his fingers in frustration. His partner, Miya, put her color-coordinated supplies in her backpack, crooned on.