Female! Yandere x Female! Reader

Prologue

Hey guys! So this is my crappy story, please leave suggestions for the story in the comments if you have any! I'm not sure if I'll continue this story, I'll see! Yes, the start is inspired by Yandere simulator. But here, let me clear some stuff up.

(h/c)=Hair Color

(y/n)=Your name

(l/n)=Your last name

(e/c)=Your eye color

I might use more later, but for now I think that's it!

Important: Please leave any names you think are good for Yandere-chan in the comments!
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She felt nothing.
Nothing at all.
She didn't know when this started, exactly.
But all she could remember was the dark empty abyss that lied where her emotions should be.
On the outside, she looked normal.
She took a piece of normality from everyone, sewing them together in an attempt to create a shell of emotion around her.
Sometimes she was afraid.
If people got to close, they would see.
They would make a tear in her shell of illusion.
Then all the pieces would fall apart, and they would see what really was there the whole time.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.

But then one day, she met her.
The girl that was surrounded by tendrils of what seemed to be love.
Emotion seemed to radiate from her existence.
She grew to begin feeling an emotion, a strange one.
She felt the need to dedicate her every minute to her, to do anything so that this precious thing was not damaged.
She felt... Love.

She loved it. What exactly? She was never sure. As she watched the (h/c) haired girl take her pencil pouch out of her bag, she admired her, from the freckles on her skin, to the creases on her face from smiling with her lightly pink lips, any part of her that could be seen was thoroughly examined by her eyes. She was awakened from her daze by the girl herself reaching over and nudging her slightly, "The teacher called your name."

She sat upright in her seat, jolting. As she attempted to collect herself, she breathed out a silent,"Here.", to the teacher. He nodded and continued his monotone calling of names. Realizing her attention was no longer needed, she turned to stare at the female again.

She chatted animatedly with a boy next to her, talking about what seemed to be an assignment. She silently surveyed her every move, yet was never noticed.

After what seemed to be a brief minute of admiring the female who was the source of all her emotions, she was startled by the noise of chairs scraping the cheap tile flooring of her school. She sighed, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. Oh, how she desired to simply stare at the girl who was currently exiting the classroom. Oh, how she desired to hold her, to be able to get close to the happiness and beauty that radiated from her.

She stared at the space she once filed when she exited, before staring longingly at her back as she scurried to her next class. Although she was saddened, she soon smiled to herself lightly when she remembered that soon, she would make every inch of her hers.