Philophobia (Yandere! Sugawara X Reader)

| Part I: Dishonesty |

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I love books.

Just by turning a page, and reading a single sentence... you can lose yourself in someone else's dreams.

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Despite the noisy vehicles being piloted by impatient employees, anxious about whether or not they'd make it to work on schedule, I still tuned into the sound of the crisp page being turned by my dainty fingers.

Karumai had always been a busy and loud city, full of robust people. Some were even vulgar, especially the feeble old citizens harassing others of youth. Still, this was my home... and I really do love it, as well as the people in it.

What I /really/ love about Karumai... is it's weather. My feet came to an abrupt halt in front of the same crosswalk I'd passed every morning while following my route to school. Extending my hand, I felt and watched as pellets of snow gracefully, and slowly, fell onto my palm. At this point, I was numb to it's cold sensation, yet still smiled at its beauty.

In the Autumn heat, the thrumming of bees gliding drunkenly across rich green lawns and tufts of grass, wasn't capable of satiating my fascination with nature... but winter did.

It was fortunate that those days had passed, and in its place stood a block of ice that weighed heavy on freezing, wilted trees, causing them to slouch over, similarly to that of a crying tree.

The ice, the snow, the insipid aesthetic of it all. It was really...

"...Pretty. Isn't it?" I voiced, almost sub-consciously. The poor guy standing beside me, who was patiently waiting for the the train to pass us by and the safety bars to raise, looked at me with mild, undeniable confusion before turning away.

"The snow...? Oh yea," Almost bashfully, he took his hand and rubbed the nape of his neck; unable to avoid brushing strands of his grey hair against his fingers. "I guess it is nice." My words were only meant to reside in my thoughts, but instead they managed to erupt from my lips.

Instead of cowering at my faults and humiliation, a short chuckle sounded.

"Sorry. I didn't really mean to say that out loud, its a bad habit of mine." He was familiar. Lowering my gaze on him only briefly, they then pointed to the cargo's as they passed. Karasuno. It was his uniform. Perhaps I caught onto his familiarity because I'd had seen him around campus prior, there was no doubt about that.

It was also safe to mention his lack of interest in me, since he hasn't uttered a word ever since his last. It didn't really bother me, although at this sense of one-sidedness, my (E/C) hues were tempted to readjust back onto my book.

Before my eyes could pan over my book, which was cold to the touch, but not at all unpleasant; I listened to the gates as they raised. I didn't even realize the whistling of the train had stopped until the student began to trudge his feet against the loose pebble and light snow, which lathered the tracks with its white color.

With his hands shoved into his narrow pockets, he kept his eyes away from me and onto the paved pathway in front of us. Had I had known how silent and awkward he'd be, I would've avoided all of this.

"I guess he doesn't talk very much. But where have I seen him before...?"

I could only see him his side image, and yet, this was enough for me to notice how he looked sort of... unhappy.

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Oh, didn't I mention? This'll be my third year attending Karasuno High! The entrance ceremony has just concluded, and I am making my way down the corridors. I grew closer to my destination: the very room I'd remain in for my last year. And so, with every step, my anxiousness increased.

"Calm down, (Y/N)... Why are you so nervous?" After moments of a necessary breathing exercise, I'd finally regained my self-possession. Once the rising and falling of my chest concluded, I tugged the door handle to my right, listening as the Shoji-styled door slid open.

Fortunately, only a few eyes were drawn towards me at my entrance. Two girls looked at me. One had an obvious fashion sense with her flashy, dazzling accessories, while the other appeared as though she were jittery; running purely off of fructose... Or perhaps that was just her being ecstatic, ready to socialize about unimportant things like shopping or boys.

As for the other person gazing at me, it was-

"Sugawara! I had a feeling we'd be in the same class again this year." Listening to the out-spoken, enthused male as he entered the room; I pivoted to the side, assuming I'd had blocked his path.

It was the student I met on my way here! But... why was he watching me with that look? It were as though his eyes weren't enough to relay his disdain, so he used his masculine features to form something of a scowl instead.

Awkwardly, I averted my eyes just as he shifted his own onto the tall, inky-haired fellow that entered. "Good morning..." My head tilted in a polite manner as I greeted my peers, before taking my seat at a vacant desk just near the door.

"Hey, Daichi! Good to see you man, come sit over here." Daichi and Sugawara. Those were both very familiar names, but after absorbing that expression Sugawara gave me... I no longer harbored the desire to invest in pinpointing their familiarity.

"I've just walked in, and I already feel like walking out..." With my long (H/C) lashes fluttering shut, a defeated exhale parted my lips. Though in seconds, the unique pair that eyed me earlier had approached; already pulling up a chair beside me.

"Oh... Good morning! Haha.." Raising my hand, I rubbed the back of my head, feeling as my fingers tangled with my (H/C) tresses. I love my conditioner.

Smiling at me, the airhead extended her hand towards me. And with a preppy, "Hi! I'm Airi Sato! As soon as I saw you, I could tell we'd be great friends!" We were already being acquainted.

Then, my head turned to the girl with peach-colored hair and pigtails as she got in her share of an introduction. "Hey girl! My name is Nana Watanabe, and I absolutely /dig/ the key chain on your bag."

Well, they were friendly. Sincerely, I smiled while nodding my head. "Thanks for that. I'm (Y/N) (L/N), but you can call me anything you want. I'm not picky with names."

It did feel as though I were scouted by girls famished girls, who were deprived from socialization... but it didn't matter to me. They were nice, so far.

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Although I didn't notice the restless, intrigued pair of eyes narrowing in on me from across the room then... in the future, I'd learn the hard way. I'd learn that maybe...

Just maybe... should I have taken a different route that very morning.