This was it. The day that Blueberry would confess his feelings to his senpai. Through the entire day, he couldn't concentrate in class as he was writing his confession letter in the case that he was too nervous to speak. Little did the leader of the Martial Arts club know that an angry yandere was putting the final touches on his plan to eliminate his rival. Once classes ended for the day, Blueberry took his time going from his classroom to the lockers. By the time he reaches the ground floor, most students has filtered out of the school aside from a few strays and the clubs who had meetings that day. Making sure his senpai was still on school grounds (he was snoozing in the center courtyard, as always), he slips a quick note into his locker and runs away, blushing like crazy, completely unaware of the skele-devil stalking him.
After a while, the male that had everyone smitten with him named Classic woke and stood from his perch on the side of the fountain and went to his locker. Imagine his surprise when a small pink paper falls out and lands at his feet. He picks it up and reads it, admiring the gorgeous calligraphy.
Dear Senpai,
Please meet me at the cherry tree behind the school at 5:30. There is something important I have to tell you.
Signed, ~~~~~~~~~
Strange. The signature was smudged. Classic glanced at the watch on his wrist and his eye sockets widened. Whoever this person was is going to be mad at him. He takes off running to the back of the school. After managing to climb about halfway up the unreasonably steep hill, he stops to catch his breath and survey his surroundings. At the top of the hill is another skeleton with their back turned to him. They must not have heard him approaching. From what Classic could see, they were probably a bit taller then him, their school uniform a dusty as if they hadn't worn it in a long time. Their pale bones seemed transparent in the fading sunlight. As the two stood there, a small laugh could be heard from the other skeleton. Not a cute, school girl giggle. No, this was a full blown, 'holy-shit-this-person-is-the-mad-hatter' laugh. Classic took this time to observe the rest of his surroundings. The grass around him was stained red, as if someone had spilt paint everywhere. Suddenly, a scream ripped through the air, startling Classic as he climbed the rest of the hill.
The skeleton that he was just admiring was sitting on top of the crumpled body of a skeleton with faded blue eye lights with blood-like magic oozing from the wounds that were most likely made from the knife that the first skeleton was wielding. "Senpai is for me, not for you!" Something about their voice was unsettling. There was something that made them sound, well, in simple terms, insane. But they also sounded familiar to Classic. "Fell?" He asked, finally finding his voice. The skeleton whips around at the sound of his senpai's voice, the knife poised to take another life if it needs to, but he drops it when he realizes who is behind him. Classic can definitely confirm it is that cute second year that he sees everywhere, but now, his perfect porcelain bones are stained with the blood of another. "C-classic, i-it's not wh-what it looks, I-I promise!" He stutters while mentally cursing at himself for not thinking ahead for a situation like this. "Not what it looks like?! You just murdered him!!" Classic yells, fear finally gripping at his soul as the shock fades. Fell tries to talk his way out of the situation, but the third year is having none of it. Suddenly, rage fills Fell's soul as he grips at the sides of his skull and lets out frustrated groan. "Dammit, Senpai! Why do you always have to interfere like this?!" He yells.
"Because I love you, you crazy bitch!"
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Yep, this is shït, but I tried. I don't really ship it, but it was requested by @pink_dragon_anime. So... I hope chu like it! Buh-bye!
