Yandere One Shots

Yandere Male Class President x Female Reader

The school bell echoed through the halls of St. Benedict's Academy, signaling the end of another uneventful day. At least, that’s what you hoped. Your days had become monotonous, blending into one another like watercolor strokes on a blank canvas. You sighed, your thoughts racing as you packed your books into your backpack. Life had always been predictable. Too predictable.

Your life changed the day you transferred here—a prestigious school for the elite, where students weren’t just rich; they were powerful. You were different, the scholarship student who didn’t come from wealth or influence. That made you invisible to most. Except to him.

Shinji Nakamura, the class president, was a constant enigma. He was perfect on paper—kind, polite, intelligent, and the picture of charm. You weren’t blind to how the other girls fawned over him, nor were you oblivious to his impeccable smile that seemed to mask something darker. But what truly unnerved you was the way he always seemed to be watching. You couldn't explain it. A chill ran down your spine every time his gaze lingered a moment too long.

You felt that gaze again as you zipped up your bag. There he was, standing just inside the classroom doorway, his dark eyes focused intently on you.

"Heading home already, [Y/N]?" His voice was smooth, like velvet draped over a steel frame. It always seemed too calm.

You offered a polite smile. "Yeah, I have some things to take care of."

Shinji stepped closer, his footsteps eerily quiet. "I could walk you home, if you'd like. It's not safe for someone like you to be alone, especially with... everything going on lately."

"Everything?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant as your heart pounded in your chest.

His smile widened slightly. "The disappearances."

There had been rumors circulating for weeks now. Three students had gone missing in the last month, all girls from your year. No one seemed to know what happened to them. And then there were the strange notes left behind in each of their lockers. Notes that only read: You're mine.

"I'll be fine," you insisted, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. "Besides, I live pretty close."

Shinji's smile never faltered, but something in his eyes darkened, just for a split second. "Alright. But if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

As you walked away, you could feel his eyes on your back. You quickened your pace, determined to escape the unsettling feeling that clung to your skin like wet cloth. Something about Shinji was off, and you couldn't shake the feeling that he knew more than he let on.

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That night, you sat on your bed, replaying the day's events over and over in your mind. Why was Shinji so interested in you? He was the type of person who had everything and could have anyone. But lately, it felt as though you were the sole focus of his attention. It was suffocating.

You absentmindedly glanced at your phone, and there it was—a text from an unknown number:

You should be more careful. He's watching you.

Your heart skipped a beat. You immediately texted back: Who is this?

No response.

The message sent chills through you, and for a moment, you considered going to the police. But what would you even tell them? That someone was stalking you with vague threats? You deleted the message, hoping it was just some sick prank.

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Days passed, but the unease never left. In fact, it grew stronger. Shinji became more present—always at your side, always knowing when you needed help, or a comforting word. It was unnerving how well he understood your every move, your every thought. You tried to avoid him, but it was impossible.