The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)

C7 - Mute

Then everything changed.

It was the start of a new academic year; Aaron had to join a new school due to becoming a middle schooler.

The school was somewhat further away from his apartment than the last was, however Aaron didn't mind it so much.

As to why? Well, that was because the middle school he had gotten into was quite the prestigious public school.

Books, books, and more books.

Aaron was a very studious student, a by-product of how much he would read.  Although, he didn't really care about the contents of what he read.

Rather, he found that by occupying his brain with so much new information, he'd gradually forget all about his crooked reality.

A bigger and better school meant a larger library and more books to read.

There weren't any public libraries near Aaron's apartment; his previous school had a medium-sized pile of books that, if one squinted their eyes, could just nearly be classified as a library.

Furthermore, his old bullies hadn't made it into such a school. This meant that Aaron would be safe from being bullied.

"Only for a short while. It'll start again~~!" Giggled the figure behind Aaron, their eyes disapprovingly piecing into the back of his head.

The figure seemed to become more literate as time went on. Within the first year of its existence, it finally was able to start speaking without stuttering.

Although Aaron found its new speaking pattern to be equally or even worse at times than it had been.

Its freezingly grating tone was usually supplemented by a few hysterical laughs or shouts.

The more danger and pain, whether it be physical or mental, that Aaron was exposed to, the more the figure would talk and input its sharp words into his mind.

At this point, he'd given up on the hope that one day it might go away, never to be seen again.

To Aaron, everyone looked the same.

They dressed the same, acted the same, and hated him all the same.

Or at least they would, given enough time.

Perhaps it's in their nature to pick on the weak. Those who have little peace for themselves take it away from those who need it the most.

Aaron wouldn't spend any effort to remember any of the appearances or names of any students.

It wouldn't matter whether he knew who they were or not when they took their stress out on him.

Reading a book whilst sitting in his desk waiting for class to start, someone sat in the chair next to him.

It was a girl. One with long obsidian black hair, green eyes, and a plethora of freckles dotted across her plump cheeks. The girl sat down on a chair and let a sigh of relief out as she comfortably slouched upon her chair.

Then, looking around for people to talk to, she allocated the weight of her head onto her left palm, starring at the smaller of the two who was focussing on his book.

A befuddled expression was splayed across her countenance, as if she were trying to recall some ancient memory of an event that happened a long, long time ago.

And then she recalled it, her brown-coloured brows unfurrowing as she opened her mouth to speak.

"L.....Luu....Haa... C... Caa... Ahhhh.....Aaron. That's your name, right?" The girl confirmed, her tone a confident one, as if she already knew what his answer would be, choosing to act as if she hadn't just sounded out a few syllables to see if the expression on the boy's face would change so as to confirm his name.