Yandere Online! | Male! Yandere x Shy! Reader |

10 - TLC

The day began with sore limbs, a dry throat and weary eyes. The tell tale signs of a deep night's sleep. You sat up groggily from your bed, groaning at your body's unrelenting stiffness. What a nap! Ignoring the bird's nest resting on top of your head, you unlocked your phone to check your messages. The screen's brightness seared into your sleepy, squinting eyes, causing your vision to blur and suffer as you read.

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Kitty
Um Yin? 
( '• ω • ')
I don't want to bother you
but
it's 8:45am.
Are you there?
I just wanted to check in and make sure ur okay!
Because you usually text me on the way to class.
(ᵕ—ᴗ—)
But ur silent today. 
Are u okay? Are u sick?
Do u need help? (￣ω￣;)

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What is he...? OH FUCK.

YOU'RE LATE FOR CLASS.

You shot up from bed in a cartoonish frenzy, launching yourself on to the floor like a fish out of water and scrambling out from your bed covers. With all the grace of a wild animal, you tore through your room, ripping off your pyjamas as though they were a second skin. Normally, you'd spend at least ten minutes selecting an outfit socially acceptable enough for a college student, but today was a race against the clock. In a flurry of motion, you grabbed the nearest hoodie - one that had seen better days - paired with whatever other items you could find. Then, with your school bag slung over your shoulder, you skidded toward the door in your socks, hand on the door handle before realising you still had yet to put your shoes on. You back-traced, hopping on one foot to the other as you squeezed on a pair of boots. 

Looking like the human personification of a hurricane, you finally propelled yourself outside, speeding with such velocity that you tripped over the door ledge and faceplanted on to the unforgiving concrete. Dazed, you remained lying there, questioning your existence. Your neighbour, a sweet old lady tending to the planets, observed your peril with sympathy. Mrs. Handa had grown accustomed to your bad luck. Just last week she had watched you tumble down the apartment stairs and pretend to be deceased for a full minute straight out of embarrassment. You had actually hoped to be dead, but unfortunately, life had other plans for you. With a concerned smile, she hobbled over, her walking stick tapping rhythmically against the pavement.

"You alright, dearie? That was quite a fall!"

You got up, eyes watering with pain and humiliation as you forced yourself to smile at the sweet woman. 

"Yes! I'm fine thank you! Sorry for causing trouble. I wasn't looking where I was going." A trickle of blood ran down your face ominously. It was like something out of a horror movie. You continued to smile, adding to the creepiness, as you wiped it off with your hoodie sleeve and proceeded to walk away. "I have to go now. Um thank you once again. And sorry!! Bye!"

"Are you sure you're okay? You're bleeding. Let me get a bandaid for you!" She called out to no avail as you had already fled the scene.

Great. Not only were you incredibly late for class but now you had to figure out how to avoid that neighbour for the rest of your existence. 

Koda, meanwhile, had been anxiously stalking the perimeter of your apartment building as he debated breaking into your home to check if you were still alive. He didn't want to sabotage his relationship with you, yet he couldn't help but panic whenever you didn't abide by your daily routine. As an incredibly anxious person, it was rare for you to be this late for class unless you were skipping it entirely. Not only that, but you hadn't even texted him yet! What if something had happened to you while he slept? It was the only time he had his guard down. If only he had a way of keeping tabs on your vitals. He'd watch every heartbeat go by and monitor every breath your precious lungs produced. His hand clutched to his chest, feeling his own heartbeat as it raced rapidly.