Be mine? (Yandere one shots)

Safe (Yandere! Teacher x Reader)

Implication of rape.

The white door slid open with ease, and you look up from your bed. A man with a trimmed beard and round glasses walked in, his hands in his coat pockets.

"What is it, Mr. Dawson?" you asked with a bored expression. You then noticed someone behind him. The researcher stepped out of the way to reveal the second guy.

"This is Jamie Cray, and he will be your new teacher," he said with a smile. You scanned this "Jamie," noticing that he was ripped underneath his black turtle-neck sweater. Spiky black hair adorned his head, and his sharp jawline could probably kill someone. He seemed to be a head taller than you, and his eyes were a mix of green and hazel, reminding you of the forest.

"Hello (Y/n)," he said politely with a small wave. You nodded before looking back down at your bed.

"I don't need to learn anything. You're just using me as a guinea pig. Why do you want me to learn anything?" you questioned, taking a deep breath to sooth your nerves.

"He's not here to educate you that way," Mr. Dawson started, taking out a clip board and handing it to Jamie, "he's going to help you with your ability."

I don't need that!

"Ah, but you do. Control your emotions, (Y/n)." He waved a finger in your face with a smile. Before you could bite it off, Jamie gently lowered his hand.

"It's not wise to anger her," he said with a smile. Your face neutralized as you watched Mr. Dawson apologize to Jamie.

He should be apologizing to me, you thought. What does he think I am? I'm human too.

Jamie flashed you a warm smile, catching you by surprise. The old man laughed nervously, before leaving the room. You watched the door slide behind him, locking with a click.

He sat down next to you on the edge of the bed looking at the information about you. "So, you can read minds."

"...Yeah."

"But if you show emotion, people can hear your thoughts."

"...Yeah."

"And I'm here to help you conceal your emotions."

"...Great." You laid down, staring at the off white ceiling. "This is pathetic. I don't need anyone helping me. I'm fine."

"Well, I wouldn't be here if you didn't need help."

You let out a sharp, fake laugh before your face turned back into a blank slate. "You're probably a 'comfort guard' or something."

A comfort guard? he wondered. You nodded.

"Yeah, a comfort guard. Haven't you heard? I escape this prison daily."

"Right, I forgot that you can read minds."

"I actually listen to minds. The more emotional you are, the louder I can hear you," you explained.

"Well, I guess I'll have to keep my emotions in check." He reached out to touch your hair, but you slapped his hand away.

"Please, no physical contact."

Why not? he wondered.

"I have my reasons. Now, what are you going to teach me? Meditation?" you jeered. He laughed at your response, looking down at the clipboard.

"That's what's written on here. But you clearly don't need any help. Maybe I am a 'comfort guard,'" he said. You shuddered, but kept your mind and mouth quiet.