Vocaloid Oliver x Reader Oneshots

Lonely!Reader

Oliver's Traits: Headcanon
Reader's Traits: Lonely
Closeness: Friends
Relationship: Schoolmates
Other Casts: None
Fluff Meter: 5/10
Fanservice Meter: 1/10

Okay so this ain't a happy chapter y'all, it's a deep one so pRePaRe yourself!

Anyways I figured that I should probably write author's notes at the back for whoever wants to read them

Anyway I hope y'alls enjoy!

Sometimes I look at the other people in school.

I admire how they laugh, love and talk with their best best friend group.

I envy them.

I evvy them so so much.

Sure, I have a friend.

But there's only one friend.

It's never really so great at all.

He's really quiet, and shy, I see no benefit whatsoever.

Not even pictures on social media wishing me "Happy birthday my hoe!".

Not even "I love you so much let's go on an outing!".

Nothing.

The closest we get to that, is hanging out in recess.

In all honesty, I approached him only because I was lonely, and he was lonely too.

I tried to like him, because he was the only type of company I could possibly have.

The most emotion I get out of him is blushing, smiling and... that's about it.

And I turn around to see other people, laughing, joking non-stop to their best friends... my heart lights up a fire.

A fire...

of jealousy.

I hate my life so much.

I hate it so so so much.

I wish I could end it all like-

"(y/n)?"

"Ah! Yeah?"

Oliver stared at me with this worried expression on his face. The type of expression you'd see on someone when their friend fell sick, or when they're facing exams.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah, yeah." I repeated, but in a more compose tone. "I'm good."

I hoped that his face would turn to a happier one, as this face was somewhat unnerving to see. But he didn't change his expression. In fact, it grew more serious.

"If you have anything to say, you can trust me, okay?"

"Ah, sure."

I took a bite of my sandwich. It tasted stale, which matched my mood towards this school, this society, this world.

"Anything on your mind recently?"

I didn't want to feel like the 'parasyte' of this friendship, so I asked something. Hey, it's better than nothing.

"It's just..." Oliver began. "Well, it's not something I really want to discuss here, out in the open. Mind if we talk about it somewhere else?

"Alright, sure." I took another bite from the sandwich. "Just after I finish my food."

He nodded and watched me eat my sandwich, bite by bite. But despite that I feel like the awkward silence among us was devouring me more than I was devouring the sandwich.