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Yandere! Bloody Painter x Fem. Reader

Requested by emo101otaku. Might be inspired.

Not only good in art? Interesting....
I may have a few thoughts. Hopefully it'll go well :3

Y/n's POV
I'm not someone interesting at all. Yes, that's all I am. A boring, unremarkable student.
Yet, I want to find something I can do. I want to have a capability, something to be proud of. So, my mother applied me to art class. She said it's the easiest for me, so I trusted her decision.
I'm unremarkable, so nothing bad will happen to me,
Right?

"Today's my first day." I sighed to myself, feeling incredibly nervous. Gosh, if it could my heart would already explode. My mom dropped me off outside of the entrance, and all I could do is stare at the large building like a weirdo while everyone else is either talking or going inside.
I'll be completely honest, I think I had a fine time being a normal person. After all, I can become anyone. Because if I'm already someone, I can't become someone else.
But I'm 20 years old. I need to grow out of my comfort zone and stop relying on my parents' money and actually try to get a job.
My mom personally didn't mind, but I thought otherwise.
With an exhale, I finally entered the building.

A chilly breeze grazed through my jacket. Despite wearing layers of cloth, God, the cold was piercing. I could've sworn it pierced through like an arrow piercing a bullet-proof vest.
How did I know? Oh, I've seen a couple of news about it. Just a couple. Not like it happened everyday.
Huh? Who the hell am I talking to?
I walked through, gripping tight my jacket and pulled it close, scanning my area. Nobody's looking at me strangely. Everyone's just minding their own business. I feel a wave of relief through my mind, but it didn't last very long. I kept feeling nervous.
I picked up the paper I received a week ago, containing information about my class and schedule. "Class... E..." I murmured to myself, as I look up to the plates. "Ah!" eventually I found my class and hurried to the door. I swung it open carefully and quietly and peeked through the gap. Then I stepped inside and walked to a desk. "Hey!"
"Huh?" someone called to me. "That's my desk. Move to a different one!" a guy rudely spoke. There's no point in trying to fight back as I don't want to get involved into problems, so I moved to a desk that's far in the back corner near the door. As I sat and hung my bag on my chair, a guy sat next to me. It appears he returned from somewhere. His bag was already on his chair, and was carrying a sketchbook and pencils. I didn't pay much mind until he started forming strokes with his pencil through the paper. Apparently, he's drawing something? I leaned closer to look at it. 'Oh, wow...!' I thought to myself when I saw what he's drawing. It was a waterfall scenery, with trees near the high waterfall, the water descending forming a river. It's all gray and white, but the details were clear and spot on. "Amazing..." I couldn't help but let out that word, which gained his attention. "Hm?" he softly hummed. "Ah..." I had realized that I got his attention. "You're...?" he tilted his head. "Uhm, I'm new here. Y/n L/n, nice to meet you." I let out a smile instinctively in this sudden situation. He didn't answer, just looked at me. "I see. Helen Otis. Nice to meet you as well. Now, could you please not interfere?" he replied. "Oh, sorry." I pulled myself back, gaining the distance between me and him. I feel a sudden embarrassment. Did I make a mistake? I shook the thought when the bell rang. The teacher entered and asked me to introduce myself in front of everyone.

Since it's my first day, the teacher told all of us we'll be drawing something simple. "You'll all be drawing a dream." she said. A dream, huh? Immediately we're told to move the desks to replace them with canvases. 'This early...?!' I thought. The teacher handed us each a box of paint, variety of brushes, a cloth, and a palette. A feeling of anxiety builds up quickly, causing this strange feeling inside my chest. I opened the box of paint and pulled out a tube, a random colour of choice. I opened the tube and squeezed out the paint onto the palette. I grabbed a brush and...
"Wait," someone said. I turned to find the teacher standing beside me. "That's a lot of paint you put on the palette." she commented. I looked down on my palette and she's right. I squeezed too many. "Ah... what a waste of paint." I sighed. "Hm... if you primarily want to use the blue colour, then maybe it's alright. But, it's still a waste of paint." my teacher sighed and facepalmed. "Sorry..." I said quietly. "It's fine. Are you perhaps nervous?" she asked. "U-um... I guess you could say that." I shyly said. "It's understandable. This is your first time painting, right?" she kindly asked. "Mhm." I nodded. "Perhaps you'd like someone to help you?" she offered as she scanned the area then walks off to Helen, who was across me. "My, wonderful job as always!" she exclaimed suddenly to the class, which made everyone curious, including myself. I stood up and approached Helen's canvas. Like everyone else, I was amazed by his already finished work. "Dang, that quick?!" someone even commented. It was a painting of himself, missing a half, tainted with red. "What would this mean?" I blurted out. He turned to me and said "It's very simple. It means I am missing something." he flatly said. "Oh..." now a wave of sympathy came for whatever reason. What could it be that he's missing? That thought lingered for a while until the teacher clapped, telling everyone to be quiet and return to our chairs. She stood beside Helen and seems to be whispering something to him. He closed his eyes, as if contemplating something, then nodded. The teacher left his side and came to me. "I asked Helen if he's willing to help you. He agreed to tutor you."
Him? Tutor me?
"He's fine with it?" I asked. "Yes. With his skills, he'll be able to help you." she smiled reassuringly. "But... I never said I agreed for help?" I pointed out. "Eh?" was all she could say. "Um... you left me to his side before I could give my answer." I continued. "Oh... I'm sorry." she said. "Oh, no. It's fine. I appreciate the help, so I agree."
She already asked, so might as well take the opportunity instead of turning it down. It'd be troublesome for all of us. I went on and just tried my best in completing the painting before it ends which turned out to be a problem. It turned out awful, as expected. I could even hear a giggle from my right. I guess I was just recklessly brushing the canvas.