Yandere simulator Delinquent Boyfriend Scenarios

When he accidentally notices

Umeji Kizuguchi

It was a normal day, he wasn't doing many things, besides intimidating others. Yet, Umeji didn't know why they were there, but he immediately looked away when he saw them, let's rewind a bit. He arrived to class late, as usual, and everyone was taking notes. The teacher ignored him and continued on with the lecture, writing on the chalk board. He had looked to his side and saw that the girl that kept following him around with marks on her cheeks and neck. It looked like she had no intention of hiding it with makeup, but it wasn't natural. He became uneasy and looked away, he could recall many things, but he tried tuning it out with other thoughts.

(Y/n) noticed him staring at the marks, she didn't feel proud nor embarrassed, just alone. If a man who was considered one of the worst people of the greatest school looked away, she had no one to lean on with the torture she was being put through. It was like she was a moth being drawn into a flame, and nothing could stop the burning. In her eyes, it was too late, but that didn't stop her from having hope, having dreams, believing in a reality that wouldn't come. Perhaps that was kept her going, knowing there would be a chance she wouldn't see tomorrow. That she would see someone smile at her, be proud of her. She kept her face blank, but a tear slipped by her defenses, her hope was killing her.

Hokuto Furukizu

Hokuto didn't notice it when he walked past (Y/n), but when she moved her dominant hand, a bell chimed. He turned to the source of the noise and saw that it came from a bracelet that had a bell tied to it. He payed it no mind, but he glared at the obvious mark on her hand. He could identify it as a shoe print. It looked like the pressure was evenly distributed but he couldn't understand why she had one in the first place. His only clue being the incident that occurred days ago, but he continued on with his day. His mind wandering to the times you would hold your hand in pain, but he would ignore it as he couldn't be a liability to his group.

(Y/n) never found out Hokuto saw her "hand" print. She found a way to cover it in the end, so she wasn't bothered by it. She was, however, bothered by why it came to be on her hand. Kashiko kept wanting more and more gossip, but a girl can't give what she doesn't have. Spitting out dirt was an option for (Y/n) but she would never spill about secrets told in trust, she held her tongue and dealt with what Kashiko put her through. Many times, it meant going to Shisuta town, but nothing too bad would happen. There was always that chance, and that was what held her by the throat.

Gaku Hikitsuri

He didn't notice it when he entered the classroom, nor did he when (Y/n) asked to go to the bathroom. But he did notice when she had re-entered the room. There was a thin mark around her neck. She did have a few bandages on her fingers but he ignored that, he heard that happens in home economics a lot. Gaku casually glanced at the mark before doodling in his notebook, but that didn't stop him from feeling a strange turning in his stomach. He tried ignoring it, and it worked- in a way- and he continued on with his day.

(Y/n) felt stressed that day, her friends pulled on her necklace and it snapped under the pressure. Her neck was hurt in the process, but her friends seemed to like the necklace. She was glad that it wasn't limited edition, she could get another one. She never understood why her friends would take her stuff but never give it back. She would ask politely but they would act like they didn't know what she was talking about. Perhaps they believed her to be too evil and wanted to give her a lesson, she could understand that. Yet, she knew, deep down, she knew. She knew that they were lying, that they just wanted stuff from her, that she was their rat. It just felt so nice to be cared for...

Dairoku Surikizu

It didn't take long for him to notice it, but he couldn't stop staring when he noticed. (Y/n)'s dominant wrist had purple marks, along with her opposing ankle.(Meaning if you're right handed - it's the left ankle, left handed - right ankle, ambidextrous - pick an ankle) It looked strange, it wasn't unusual for Dairoku to see those marks but he couldn't understand why she had a smile. Why would she smile if she had been hurt? Why smile when it's fake? Why smile when no one will listen to your silent pleas? Something tugged at him, it was as if his heartstrings were snapping and breaking at her current state. She was stronger than he ever was, but he knew there was limit. He knew he couldn't do anything. He had to let her make a final turn, it wasn't his life in the end.

Dairoku's stares didn't go unnoticed. (Y/n) felt the eyes on her, and she felt so... alone. Yes, she knew what being alone felt like, but in a class full of people who would rather ignore her to not get in trouble, she felt alone. She smiled to maintain peace within her mind. If she repeated it enough times, maybe she would believe it. Her smile looked worse each day. Her trick wasn't working as well, her walls were falling down. They were creating towers. Large ones. Ones that (Y/n) knew that if she took one step forward she would fall to her doom. Perhaps that was what she wanted. Or was it? She didn't know anymore, she was confused, beyond that. She couldn't remember things, would lose herself, and not even know what to decide. Each morning was harder than the last, to find a reason to get up, to spout lies to people that didn't care, it was cruel. She didn't even recognize herself at this point.

Hayanari Tsumeato

Hayanari didn't see anything different for a short period, but it took a few seconds to notice something. (Y/n) didn't look any different, but she had bandages on her knees. Hayanari simply ignored it and went on with his day, but it kept bothering him. She wasn't doing any sports, she wasn't in any club, she didn't even enter the library, for unknown reasons. It bothered him to no end, it was gnawing on him like gum. She had large bandages on her knees, but her legs looked fine, a little red but fine overall. She looked the same level of gloomy as always, she always wore the same uniform, tights, bags under her eyes, and her sweater. She didn't look any different, so why was he so worried?

She noticed it, there was no way she wouldn't notice the loudest boy in her class staring. She hated him analyzing her, he didn't know. There was no reason for him to, to know her mom, her step-brother, and her nice step-father. She despised her father, but she loved him whenever she saw him or contacted him. She didn't know why, why she would act so cruel, hate for no reason, but love and respect him. She never understand, she probably wouldn't, she hated when he said rude things and didn't respect her, being a hypocrite or contradict himself. She slumped over her desk as her eyes became glossy, she felt like such a monster..

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