𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ;
彼は欺瞞的だ
➤【 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 completely...
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"Oh..." (Y/N) rolled her eyes, her somber mood now worsening as her irritation from earlier crept back in. "...it's you again."
The boy that she and Jess had run into and who had insulted them looked the same as he had then, however the one thing that was different was the multiple cuts and bruises that now lined his face and knuckles. He was sitting on one of the gravestones with an umbrella propped against his shoulder, in his hand a still lit cigarette, his dark eyes piercing through her form with a smirk on his lips.
"I see you're still a bit pissed off from our little run-in earlier," he scoffed.
"Of course I am!" She scowled. "First you insult me and my friends, and now you're insulting the deceased just by being here."
"Ha!" He laughed, placing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling, a puff of smoke slipping out as he exhaled. "I see you're still pretty feisty. What were your last words to me...? Ah, yes, I believe they were 'asshole' with a certain gesture to boot. And we haven't even introduced ourselves yet to be trading such 'compliments.'"
As he said this, he crooked his two fingers in air quotations, sarcasm lacing his voice at the last word.
"And why would I want that?" She slid her gaze to the corner of her eye, her eyebrows cinched. "I barely know you and I dislike you. Imagine having to know you more."
"Name's Jian Da—it's a pleasure," he placed a hand to his chest in a half-bow, having still been sitting on the headstone. "Now that I've given you my name, will you give me yours? Or... will you continue to insult me with obscene words and gestures?"
(Y/N) merely rolled her eyes, standing up and smoothing out her skirt.
This jerk...
"I've finished what I came here for, so I have no need to give you my name. And besides... you earned what I told you earlier," she shook her head, turning away from him to walk out of the cemetery gates. "I would never want to know someone who insults my friends the way you did."
With that, she stalked away, Jian merely chuckling before standing up and throwing his cigarette down on the ground, stepping on it and successfully extinguishing the light. Letting his hand rest against the grave that he had been sitting on, for once the smile that had decorated his expression fading, he thought back to (Y/N)'s previous words.
Yes...
Maybe I do insult you...
Mei... my little sister... do I even deserve to still visit you? Do I... insult your memory just by being here?
Giving the stone a small pat, his hand tightened its grip on the umbrella while the other then slid into his jacket's pocket, walking in the opposite direction of where Florens was. (Y/N) saw this from Shreya's car, her eyes narrowing, however not saying anything more as the woman backed up and drove the vehicle back to the academy.
"You get everything off your chest?" She asked, flicking her dark eyes over to meet hers, a small smile hinting at the corner of her lips.
"Yeah... mostly," she answered, staring out at the rain drizzled streets.
It was a bit silent for a few minutes after that, only the pattering of the rain being heard until Shreya continued with, "We should get you a car, soon. You passed all your tests... yet we haven't been able to buy you nor Amar one. That way, I mean... you can visit them whenever you like."
Giving her a thankful smile, she nodded, however understood why neither her nor Amar had one yet.
Scholarships...
Small two-story house...
One car...
We're not the wealthiest... but I'm fine with that.
I'm happy.
Waving to Shreya after hopping out of the car, running back into the school and retrieving a late slip, she walked down the hall toward AP Euro, having missed the last half of Chemistry and the entirety of lunch. Something that surprised her when walking into the classroom that day was how Silvius had not only moved into her Art class, but also that one as well.
He had glanced at her, but that was all.
"Ah, Ms. (L/N)," Me. Oikawa glanced up from the lecture he was reciting, giving her a brief smile as she walked through the door. "I wondered when you might show up."
"Sorry, I had... a previous appointment," (Y/N) gave a strained smile, handing him the late slip before slipping through the rows of desks toward her own, settling down with a huff next to Amar who had thankfully saved her a seat.
He glanced at her, meeting her eyes, and let the corners of his lips tilt upward. She returned the look, pulling out her notebook to take notes while leaving a space above to copy down the ones she had missed, knowing the boy would let her. It wasn't long before the bell rang and the teacher ended the lesson on another rather miserable note, so much of history being so, and packed her things.
"So... how'd it go?" Amar asked as they walked to Calculus, Jess on the opposite side of him who also looked at her expectantly.
Both she and Kana were told of what (Y/N) did every year on that day, and both knew not to bring it up. She saw the sympathy in their eyes when she told them, and she hated that look. She had seen it too many times before and she didn't want her friends to always have it when they looked at her.
"It was fine," she replied simply, her mind then throwing her back to who she had also met there. "Ah, that's right. Jess, remember the guy from this morning?"
"Which guy?"
"The one we met while walking to school?"
"Ugh, that pendejo?" She rolled her eyes, readjusting her backpack straps. "What about him?"
"I actually met him at the cemetery."
Amar's eyes narrowed at that.
"Really? He didn't cause you any trouble, did he?" She now looked concerned, her brown eyes filling with worry as her eyebrows scrunched. "If he did, I can take Kana and Amar with me to kick his ass if you want."
"No... that's okay," she smiled. "I was just... curious as to why he was there. I thought maybe you had classes with him and would know."
"I already told you. I don't remember him from any of my classes."
"I didn't recognize him either," Amar chimed in, giving her a shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe he's new? Like that Fraser guy, or whatever."
