Broadway Bops : A Collection of Musical Oneshots

My Own Personal Yandere - Boyf riends

Musical: Be More Chill
Ship: pre-Boyf riends
Genre: Fluffy and goofy 《□~□ This is very out of character for me. Appreciate it.》
TW: Michael is a yandere for Jere~Senpai! Lol, but not really. There's no trigger warnings for this one. Unless- does questioning your sexuality needs a trigger warning?

"Michael, you have nothing to worry about, okay? You can tell me anything, and I won't get upset. Hell, you could tell me you killed someone, and as long as you had good reason, I wouldn't care." Michael's head peeked up at this, and Jeremy grew wary. "Alright, I know what I just said, but please don't tell me you just killed someone. I'm not ready for a Yandere Michael." Michael chuckled, a loopy grin on his face.

"Well, I mean..."

"Oh, God. My best friend is a yandere. I swear, I will never cross you again. I'll even help you hide the bodies!" Jeremy cried out, collapsing back on Michael's bed exaggerately. Michael began laughing like crazy, all the tension from before gone now as he collapsed next to Jeremy. Jeremy turned onto his side, flipping Michael so they were looking at each other. "Who do you love, Michael?! Who is your Senpai?!" Michael laughter slowed down, realizing that this moment would be perfect to suggest the idea, without Jeremy taking it too literally.

"It's you, Jere~Senpai!" Michael replied like a dramatic Japanese school girl. Jeremy gasped, his hand flying over his heart.

"My own personal yandere?! Talk about a dream come true! Could you start by killing my mother, I can't stand that bitch." Michael and Jeremy both collapsed backwards in laughter once more, Michael keeping his head turned so he could watch Jeremy. Jeremy took a few minutes to relax, before turning his head to meet Michael's eyes. "Alright, now seriously."

"It's still you, Jere." Jeremy's heart stopped for a moment, realizing what Michael was suggesting.

"R-really? You like, me? Like, like-like me?" Jeremy stumbled, Michael's face growing increasingly nervous.

"Well, y-yeah." Silence filled the room, and Michael could feel himself increasingly shaking. "Listen, I'm sorry. I should've just kept it to myself, or-" Michael began as he sat up and went to move off the bed.

"No!" Jeremy shouted, cutting Michael off and halting his movement. "Look at me, Micha," Jeremy ordered, though the words held more compassion than strictness. Michael spun around, trying to ignore how the world had been blurred by tears in his eyes. "Micha," Jeremy softly cooed, wiping away the other's tears. "Even if I didn't like you back, I'd still want you to tell me. It's important that we're honest with each other. Which, is why I have to tell you this." Jeremy paused and took a deep breath. Michael prepared himself for heartbreak, for the shattering reminder that Jeremy was straight.

"I don't know if I love you." Michael felt himself freeze up. What kind of answer was that?! "I've, been realizing lately that, I don't think I'm completely straight. I've been trying to sort through it on my own, but I'm so overwhelmed with my own thoughts right now it's been hard to figure out. The reason I'm telling you this is because, well, I might love you. But I'm not completely sure. And I don't want to tell you I don't love you, and break your heart. But I also can't tell you I do, and take the risk that I might be wrong and in the process hurt you more." Michael looked down at the bedspread beneath him, processing what his best friend had just admitted.

"So, what you're telling me is that you've been too busy questioning your sexuality to even know what you've been thinking?" Michael questioned, looking up at Jeremy. Jeremy gave him a slightly guilty smile, nodding. Michael sighed, looking back down at the bed. "Would, would you like to try it out?"

"What?" Jeremy breathed out, barely believing what he just heard. "Wouldn't that just hurt you more if I'm wrong? If I am actually just straight?"

"I'm not necessarily saying we date, Jere. Just a kiss. Right here, in the privacy of my room. For you, it can be a test. And for me, even if you don't love me, getting to kiss you once would be enough." Michael felt his face burn bright red, realizing the last part of what he just said. "I'm so sorry, that sounded super cheesy and weird and-" Michael was cut off by a hand on his cheek pulling his face up.

And before Michael could even process what was happening, a pair of lips pressed against his own. The kiss was short, cut off by Jeremy pulling back just as quickly as he'd brought them together.

"Sorry, can we redo that? Your glasses fuckin hurt my face." Michael let out a series of stuttering sounds, trying to process any of what just happened. "I'm sorry, should I not have...?"

"I, holy shit," Michael finally got out, pulling his glasses off quickly before reconnecting their lips. Jeremy melts against Michael, the two becoming one as everything else around them disappears. Jeremy finds his hands behind Michael's head, his fingers gently running through the soft hairs on the back of his neck. Michael's hands fall to Jeremy's waist, lightly tugging the boy closer. Jeremy gives in, moving closer and sitting down on Michael's lap. Michael gently rubs circles into the bottom of Jeremy's spine, causing the other to melt more and groan slightly into the kiss. The two pulled apart, resting against each other's foreheads as they caught their breath. Michael continued rubbing the bottom of Jeremy's back, remembering how the boy always complained it hurt from his slouching issue. Jeremy let out a soft sigh of relief as Michael hits one of the knots in his back, his fingers relieving the pain immediately.

"I never realized how much my back hurt until you started massaging it. Holy shit." Michael chuckled softly, digging his fingers deeper into one particularly hard knot. Jeremy let's out a moan as the pressure finally releases from that spot, his face slowly turning red.

"I appreciate the fact that we just kissed a lot more than planned, and all you care about is the back massage I'm inadvertently giving you."

"Shut up, you're good at this," Jeremy grumbled, shifting his head slightly so he can rub their noses together. "Okay, but in terms of the kiss, that was amazing. It just, wow." Michael felt himself begin to blush as well, his fingers stopping as his hands just framed Jeremy's lower back. The two boys make eye contact, staring into each other's eyes for much longer than either intended to. And then, they were kissing once again. It was still calm, sweet. Their lips slowly moved together, never needing anything more than just that. The fact that the two were connected like that was all that mattered to them, and they were once again the only thing in existance.

That is, until Michael's bedroom door opened. "Michael! Why didn't you answer me when I called you?! I swear you-!" His mother suddenly stopped, noticing the terrified looks on both of the boys' faces. She then noticed how close the two were. "Next time, just answer me when I call you. Dinner is ready once you're done eating each other." With that, she slammed the bedroom door shut once more.

"Mama!" Michael shrieked back, listening to his mother run laughing to go tell her wife what she saw. Michael turned back to Jeremy, noticing he was also a deep shade of red. "I'm so sorry about her I swear-"

"You're fine," Jeremy squeaked back, clearing his throat afterwards. "How about we go eat dinner in a minute? Right now, we need to prepare for the onslaught of questions we're gonna get." Michael nodded, looking deep into Jeremy's eyes once more. "Micha?"

"Your eyes are so pretty, did you know that?" Jeremy blushed more, shaking his head no. "Well, they are. And you're absolutely stunning as well." Jeremy shook his head no again, so Michael grabbed the boy's face so he couldn't disagree anymore. "Heere, you're not nodding correctly. Let me show you how."

"What? Michael-!" Before Jeremy could finish his argument, Michael was forcing Jeremy's head to nod.

"Now repeat after me: I, Jeremy Heere, am the prettiest boy."

"Michael, no," Jeremy grumbled, and Michael began to force his head to nod again.

"Sorry Jere, but you're very obviously agreeing with me." Jeremy pouted, and Michael chuckled in response. "Fine, I'll teach you to accept that another day. For now, I'm starving."

"What about your moms?"

"If you ask them to, they'll shut up. I mean, they won't if I ask, but they love you more so they'll stop for you."

"Haha, you're secondary child to your best friend," Jeremy teased, sticking his tongue out at Michael.

"That's it you little bitch!" Jeremy shrieked, running from Michael's attempts to tickle him. Jeremy began giggling as he reached the kitchen, hiding behind one of Michael's moms. Michael skidded in to go after him, but halted when he saw he was behind his mother. "You win this time, Heere. But I'll remember this." And the two boys giggled and joked all throughout dinner, with Michael's moms watching on happily.