A rare find (Yandere! Geek OC x Reader)

A late night fortuity

It was Cold.

A light breeze lingered around the night, not a single star littered the endless sheet of navy blue that was the sky. Street lights, store lights and late owl house lights were to blame for that. The surprisingly lone streets was a rare, yet enjoyable, occasion.

There, on the empty sidewalk, could be seen a boy of short stature who sported unnatural and messy white hair. His framed gaze focused on his phone screen as the barely audible noises of digitized pokemon sounds came from the device. Tan fingers flicked the small white and red ball as the boy attempted to capture, yet another pidgey, lord knows how 'rare' those are. A sigh escaped his lips once the creature was caught and his thumb worked quick to transfer the bird type in exchange for candy. He had hoped to catch at least some different type of pokemon, like a Clefairy or a Cyndaquil.

No, the servers have cursed him with multiple Rattatas and Pidgeys on this night's adventure.

The strangest thing that had to have happened this evening was the unmistakable lack of other players at this hour. Surely there were at least a good handful of 20 to 30 people last time he had checked. Had he possibly strayed too far this time? Impossible, his GPS hasn't misguided him yet and it's not about to now.

Deciding that enough is enough, the white haired male logged off the application and made his way to the nearest drugstore. It was only just now when he realized just how thirsty and tired he was.

The male had nearly memorized where the building was located with just how frequently he visited it, either in hunt for pokemon or for snacks. He made a beeline for the refrigerators at the back as soon as he arrived, instantly knowing he wanted to savor the fizzy substance that is Pepsi. He openened one of the many doors to see that there was only one bottle of that specific brand left. The heterocromic mentally grinned to himself in victory as his arm extended to grab the plastic container, but just as his hand touched the cold material, another was nearly placed on top of his.

The boy's ruby and amethyst gaze was drawn to the (s/c) fingers that retracted in defeat, eyes slowly scanning up to meet a slightly surprised yet disappointed face. "Oh..were you grabbing that one?" Spoke the owner of the rival hand. Her voice was simply perfect in his ears, never in his wildest thoughts would he imagine something could sound so perfect. He had to be dreaming, "You can't just fall for someone you just met!" was the first thought he that crossed his mind, yet his pulse felt like if he had overdosed on multiple energy drinks after a week long marathon.

"O-oh, um..n-no..I was...looking for some Diet Coke.." his voice trailed off as his hand moved in search of the other drink. God, he must sound like an idiot right now. His eyes were glued to the bottle in his hands, head not daring to look up as his whole body struggled to not shake. The girl gave out a nearly unaudible sigh of relief as she grabbed the soda bottle, a grin on her face. "Thanks!" She said as she made her way to another aisle, disappearing from the whitette's line of sight.

Letting out a breath that he didn't knew he was holding, the boy inhaled before sighing, reveling on the encounter with the stranger. His mind wandered off, his thoughts suddenly clouded with them. "Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?" he thought, no other encounter similar to this one has ever made him feel anything other than anxiety and uneasiness; but this one was special, he felt... alive, as if every mistake he had ever done had been pardoned and a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Leaning on the cool, glass doors of the refrigerator with a small thump-- gethering the attention of nearby on lookers-- he innerly discussed his new found emotions. Yes, he's made up his mind; he can't let her go now, there's no telling when he'll see her again! Standing up and trudging awkwardly aisle to aisle, looking for a specific (h/c)-haired girl, the boy gazed around, all the while thinking of what to tell her.
"Maybe.."Hey, I like you, can we hang out?" Ugh, no, no, too basic and needy. "You're pretty, can I have your number?" Oh yea, REAL smooth, you definitely don't sound like an ass. "So, you're the only person I haven't hated instantly so far" Fucking smooth, it's a wonder why I'm still single!" While he mentally debated on how to approach the girl, he hadn't realized that he walked directly onto one of the many poles positioned inside the establishment with a loud thump. Wincing and lowly cursing in pain he adjusted his glasses, failing to recognize that the very same girl from earlier had approached him.