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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What the hell!?
What the hell!?
What the hell!?
(Y/N) wasn't sure what was wrong with Nicolai, why he was proclaiming that he loved her, or why he was so adamant on making sure that she returned his affections. She couldn't understand what made him change so suddenly, as before, he had hated her with a deep rooted anger just like Jian. But now he didn't. Turning around a corner, she grunted when bumping into someone, they able to halt her descent toward the ground by holding her close to their body after reaching out and catching her by the arm.
"Hey, glad I caught you," Valen smirked as he pulled her even closer it seemed.
She didn't feel any relief.
Instead, as he caged her in his arms, about to embrace her to keep up the ruse that she was his girlfriend, she only felt more trapped. Just like how it was with Nicolai only moments earlier, there was now someone else who claimed to want her, yet Valen too showed that in ways she didn't understand nor did she want. Pushing him away, she rushed away and toward the auditorium where she knew Mr. Möller would be.
She missed Valen staring after her.
She also missed the way his smile disappeared just as quickly, his blue eyes dulling as a type of resentment spread throughout him.
He needed her.
Desperately.
If she kept pushing him away, he didn't know what he'd do to make her not.
As Vane walked the opposite way (Y/N) had run, she was now next to Mr. Möller, gasping for breath a little since she had run so much to get away from the ones that had suddenly and so drastically changed. Even now, as she thought of the relations that she had made with Nicolai, Silvius, Jian, and Valen, she worried that all had changed. Trying not to dwell on it too much, she made sure to stick next to Mr. Möller for the rest of the night as he set things up, or at least until the adults started showing up and filling their seats while chattering excitedly. Soon enough, she was backstage with everyone else holding their art projects while Mr. Möller was on stage delivering the opening speech, all fidgeting anxiously as they waited to be called up.
While normally they wouldn't be so anxious, tonight was an auction night. That meant people would be bidding on works.
Every single student didn't want their work to be the least bid on, and because of this, they worked extra hard on their projects, something that made Mr. Möller very impressed. However, all could agree that the painting that Silvius had made was the greatest out of all, his handsome face only accentuating how beautiful it was. While (Y/N) thought the same, she didn't want to look in his direction since he was blatantly staring at her with no care as to who else saw. Finally, when it was her turn to go on stage, she wondered who would bid the most on her project since she knew Shreya wasn't there.
She was then pleasantly surprised by how many people liked her project. Beaming with pride at Mr. Möller who was also felt the same, having always had a soft spot for her as Shreya's adopted daughter, both of their jaws almost dropped at the next bid.
"One thousand," someone held up their paddle in the back row, the black suit he wore crisp against his body while the dark sunglasses he wore hid any emotions that he might have felt.
Who is that?
"One thousand!" Anso called. "Is that the final bid? Going once... twice... sold! Thank you for your generosity! As you all know, half of these donations will go to school and student funding while the rest will be donated to various charities! Next is Lily with her beautiful water portrait!"
Just as (Y/N)'s painting was given to the mysterious gentlemen and Lily had stepped onstage, the lights suddenly went out. Murmurs of confusion rippled through the crowd as Mr. Möller stuttered into the microphone, but the one thing that silenced them was the gunshot that rang through the darkness. A moment of stillness passed before everyone—students and parents alike—was screaming and tripping over themselves, others, and chairs as they rushed toward the exit.
"All the doors are locked!" Someone wailed, instantly everyone feeling the blood in their veins chill.
(Y/N) was shocked.
Horrified.
As she stood there backstage, willing for someone to tell her that this was all a joke, someone shoving her to the floor by accident was enough to shake her from her stupor.
"Amar!" She yelled out into the crowd, fumbling for the curtain to show her the stairs that led offstage. "Amar! Where are you!?"
"Here!" He called back. "Are you on stage!?"
"Yeah, I'm on the steps!"
"Hold on, I'm coming!"
As the two shuffled forward toward each other, everyone shrieked again when the fire alarm started going off, disorienting them even more. But that didn't stop (Y/N) and Amar from shouting for each other and feeling their way along the walls to try and reach the other. As soon as they felt their hands clasp, letting out twin sighs of relief, the lights suddenly flashed back on, blinding them and making them have to blink multiple times to adjust their vision. Everyone looked around, finding that chairs were toppled, the snacks crushed, and the punch that had once been in a big bowl now lay tipped over, staining the linoleum floor.
"What the hell is going on...?" (Y/N) murmured, gripping onto Amar tightly.
"I don't know," he answered. "But—"
A shrill shriek cut him off.
Everyone immediate swiveled their heads toward the woman that had screamed, her skin ashen and her eyes bulging in shock as she pointed a trembling finger toward the stage. There, covered in blood that stained his white shirt a bright red, was Mr. Orval, his eyes glazed over in a dead slate. What was most horrifying, though, was the message scrawled in blank ink on his forehead.
