Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ (yandere one shots)

Tomie HC's or some sorta mess

Tomie x gender neutral reader

Manga/anime from: Tomie/ Junji Ito collection

By my own request cause I'm bored.

How she became yandere:

• it's a funny story, really. You were immune to her immaculate charms, charms that drove people to suicide, or her own murder at the sight. I mean, the case was not so rare that she hadn't dealt with it before, but the whole timing disrupted her whole manner.

• she met you by accident, you were waiting for your friend to finish her lesson, (you and Tomie were in the same class but she'd never found the need to look at you, let alone talk), she waiting behind as the teacher too was attracted to her.

• her minions were nowhere to be found, so the simple solution to her thirst was to prey on you, demanding as she rubbed her lips together seductively, for a drink.

• as it turns out, you apologised humbly, scratching at the back of your head awkwardly. "Huh? I asked you to get me a drink!" Her voice was bossy and draggy as she pointed your chest, surprised at the amount of muscle/boobs you had.

"Actually, i can't..." you paused, politely, "I'm waiting for a friend so we can walk home together.

• she was stunned as the girl walked out from the class next door, waving cheerily at you.

She didn't like how your eyes had shifted attention to your friend over there.

"What's your name?" Tomie snapped.

"Me?" You said in surprise, turning around (god she liked it when you were surprised), smiling gently. "Y/N L/N. See you around, Tomie."

• of course you knew who she was. She was practically famous, disrupting what could be a peaceful homeroom with her ridiculous drama.

• she laughed softly at your turned back. Yeah right. That can't be it. Just as she was about to follow, her back moving slightly off the wall in some antic of stalking, she heard a shout.

• "Tomie! My goddess! Need a drink?" A minion. The reeking boy was about to pounce with puckered lips but she swatted him off like a fly. "Disgusting!" She drawled. "You think you're fit to touch me? As if you pig." The boy looked somewhat disappointed, but leered back at Tomie's demand. As he should.

• However, she couldn't take her mind off you. As she slowly sipped her drink, she though deviously to herself. Oh Y/N L/N, I'm gonna make you mine.

So:

• her solution was to naturally was to snake her way into the boy's life. A little manipulation from both sides never hurt anyone.

• for instance, you had a weird encounter which included all ten boys in your class actually being nice to you, not staring and muttering rumours about you beneath their breath. One even offered you their bento, asking if you were hungry to which you shakily declined.

• in class, when you managed to sit down, you read an article about larva breeding on your phone. But, your classroom time mostly consisted of you politely rejected and pushing at Tomie as she worked her arms around your neck in an adoring hug. She dug her face into your hair and called your name in an attractive way, enforcing each syllable with a click of her tongue. You could feel the glares of many other students and tried desperately to remove her clasping nails digging into the skin around your navel. (God she did love the expression on your face: one filled with surprise and pain and something she couldn't yet tell glimmering in your E/C eyes).

• she'd pecked you and apologised, but not in any way which signalled she was sorry.

• so she decided test your boundaries (and you're just so cute whats the harm in having you around her all the time). She was wrong though, it was more the opposite. She was always around you, and you didn't really mind because she seemed sweet like but it was the reaction from the rest of the class which startled you.

• your friend was apprehensive when you'd introduced them, Tomie had a challenging look that said all that really needed to be said: they were now rivalling for your attention. But only one of them would come out victorious.

• but of course Tomie won after scaring her away with an extra face or two. She made sure not to show you, however, you seemed to fragile and out of place with her true self, so she made a pact not to reveal it until you were completely and utterly in love: a devoted little puppy dog which would do anything to please Tomie.

• which would be soon of course.

Tomie would see to that.

Bonus:

Valentine's Day

"Happy Valentine's Day my love." Tomie pecked your cheek as she showered you in all the gifts that she received.

You blushed. "Um, Tomie, I've said it over and over, I just don't—"

She cut you off with an abrupt kiss. "Silence that tongue before I cut it out myself."

She smiled smugly, finally glad to see some fear on your face. She'd figured out that emotion from so long ago was that, that Tomie loved it when you were scared.

It just gave you character.

"Here!" She giggled. "I got something special, just for you. And I know you've been anticipating it for weeks!"

No. It was the one thing you'd fear the most.

Tomie was staring so intently at you now, and you stared down at her gift wrapped in red ribbons, wanting desperately to close your eyes.

She cracked a finger, loudly. It shocked you as you whipped you he's done her direction, from the bed.

"Y/N, you know I'm impatient. And you're ungrateful. Open it."

You gulped, hands trembling as you slowly unwrapped it.

Tomie sighed, ripping the present fork your hand and tearing the thin paper apart.

She watched as the head of your best friend rolled out.

"Oops," she laughed. "I guess you wanted to open that yourself. Hehe."

You fainted as Tomie stroked your face delicately.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm here. And I love you."

Her face darkened as a second head threatened to pop out.

"And you'll never ever leave me."

Did I forget to mention? She's already kidnapped you. You have no choice but to except both sides of her, wholeheartedly.