Yandere Shin (A Yandere Simulator FanFic)

Sweet smell

Breaking into Taro's locker is easy, but locating a cleverly hidden love letter without putting anything out of place is not.

It's not like I haven't done it before. Taro's locker is a hotspot for personal items to add to my collection. But of course, it has to look like nobody's been in here, especially not me. I wouldn't mind if he knew my combination, but a person's locker is sacred, and can not be desecrated. This however, is an emergency.

As long as Taro never goes to the Confession tree, then Osana won't be there to kill him. If he catches me, I hope he understands why I'm doing this. I'm saving his life. I don't know why Osana did it. I don't care why Osana did it. But her words still sent a chill in my spine. If I can't have my Senpai, then nobody can. If Senpai won't have me, he will die. I was supposed to get rid of Osana Najimi. And now Osana became someone's informant, taking out Taro so the both of us don't get to enjoy is presence. The only suspect I have is that red-headed girl's mysterious client, whoever she is. But I have to wonder. Is this karma's way of getting me to fulfill my promises? No. There's a lot of things I believe in, but not karma.

I have to remember to get a picture of the inside too. I believe that ones locker is the most intimate object a person has at school, and "intimate" is not a word I would say to describe our friendship. I'd rather have personal childhood memories with Taro Yamada rather than his old discarded gym shirt in my locker (it makes a wonderful air freshener). Oh, he has such a sweet smell. I can't resist anymore. I stick my head inside of his locker and inhale the scent of Taro's locker. As you can probably tell, this isn't the first time I've done this.

"What the HELL are you doing!?!"

Oh crap.

When I take my head out of the locker, Osana's looking right at me, with an extremely disgusted look on her face. In her hands is the love letter that she apparently hasn't delivered yet. Oops.

Come on Shin, act natural."H-hey-uh...hi." Good enough.

"Don't 'HI' me, you CREEP. What were you doing sticking your NOSE in my BEST FRIENDS locker!?!" I know she has a reason to be upset, but, 'HER best friend'?

"Y-your best friend...?"

"Yes, Taro, the guy who's been hanging out with your CREEPY ASS every day." she folds her arms. "Don't think I don't notice you TAKING Taro away from me! Who the HELL do you think YOU are ANYWAY? Y-you should be THANKING ME for even LETTING Taro hang out with you! Why would anyone want to hang out with YOU? YOU are just some LOSER CREEP! So get out of my WAY! BAKA!"

I can't believe I was ever in love with her. And there's no way Taro would ever be happy with a bitch like her. I was wrong, wrong to ever step away from Taro's love life. She drops the letter inside- "And don't even THINK about saying a WORD to him!"- and she heads down the hallway, pigtails swaying back and forth.
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"I, I can't believe I actually did it! It's DONE!" Osana sighs to herself. "Now, all I have to do is let that IDIOT read it, and... and... Ugh! I HATE him so much! Why does he make me feel this way? Ever since we were kids, I... Ugh! So annoying!" she puts her hands on her head, hiding her embarrassment.

"Yes. I know how you feel."

"Huh...? Who said that?"

She looks around the empty classroom, surprised to see me somehow to have appeared in the window. She jumps back in fear, and she's probably gonna ask where I came from.

"W-where did you come from?" she asks. Typical.

"I can't answer that." I respond. It's true- the answers are too literal. I came from my mother. I came from my father. I came from my house. I came from Japan. The possibilities are endless. Okay, maybe I don't want to answer her stupid questions. I like that she's scared. I step inside, and she backs up a little. "I can answer you this. I do understand how Taro makes a person feel. It's like..." I trail off.