[Student Council Pet] Yandere! Inarizaki x Reader

(20) Sweet Home Alabama

Reader POV

I heard music coming from the basement that Aran turned into a studio so he could do yoga and his painting things.

I tip-toed into the room just outside his studio holding a cup of tea since I was bored.

"Now you see me, now you don't..." Aran was singing. "Ah, shit. Am I supposed to make that an F sharp or a C sharp?"

I opened the door. "Maybe try to make it into a C sharp so that it smooths out with the rest of the song," I suggested.

He jumped up in surprise. "Oh, (y/n). What are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be upstairs with Shinsuke?"

I shook my head and took a seat on a chair nearby the easel. "He said he didn't need help making dinner."

"Oh. Did he get Osamu or Heisuke to help?"

"He got both of them. Oh, and he said to fetch you since we'll be having a family dinner at 8."

Aran glanced at the clock. "It's 7:23 right now. Why don't you paint with me? I can finish writing this later."

"Okay."

It was somewhat easy to slip into life with these people.

Even Kiyoomi was treated well.

His room was next to mine and I saw him during meals or if Atsumu let me go talk to him.

Kobo was attached to me as were his littermates.

Right now, Kobo jumped onto the small ottoman in the basement and curled up while letting out soft purrs.

"Here, you might want to wear this smock since it's extra work for Shinsuke and yourself if you get rid of, even if you use the washing machine." Aran tied it around me and placed a sneaky kiss on my neck and tied my hair back. "And you don't want to get paint on your hair. I can tell you that's a huge bitch to get rid of."

I dipped the paintbrush into red paint then mixed it with white paint to make a very pale pink color, eying the blank canvas before me.

I ended up painting a sunset as Aran cleaned up his recording stuff.

"What were you recording?" I asked him as I painted some fluffy clouds.

"Oh, something for my mother. I'll never see her again. Especially not after...you know."

"Right...doesn't she live in the States?"

Aran scoffed. "Yeah. She's living in Alabama. Let's just say she had to file a report to the police station for a bunch of redneck idiots egging our house."

I cringed. "What a bunch of losers. Don't they have anything else to do besides terrorizing a poor woman?"

"Yeah, I agree. But racism and shit like that. My father and I have tried to get her to come here, but she can't since she's taking care of my sick grandmother."

I bit my lip and nodded.

Even though these boys are psycopaths, their families or at least Aran's are pretty normal.

"Enough of my story. Your painting looks great," he said.

"Thanks."

"Do you want me to put it up in your bedroom when it's done drying?"

"Sure."

Aran glanced at the clock. "It's 7:56. We should probably get going otherwise Shinsuke's going to be annoyed. You know him."

I allowed Aran to take my hand and Kobo followed us out of the basement.

I sat next to Michi and he tried to get me to smile.

But the scars were too deep.

Someone who I thought I knew so well turned out to be someone I couldn't look at.

He frowned and tried to tickle me, only for me to move my chair away from him.

"Michinari," Shinsuke said. "Leave (y/n) alone, we're eating. You can bother her later."

Michi's eyes narrowed but he knew not to challenge Shinsuke since he was the leader in this whole charade of chaos.

Kiyoomi looked at me and moved uncomfortably in his seat.

Atsumu jabbed his ribs. "Oomi-Oomi, why aren't you eating? After all, they made such an effort to feed all of us and pigs like you."

"Don't call me a pig," Kiyoomi spat.

Atsumu jumped up and was about to slash his cheek with a knife when Shinsuke stopped him.

"Miya Atsumu, don't you dare hurt him."

"But Shinsuke, why???"

The silver-haired male glared at the fake blonde. "If you want dessert that (y/n) helped us make, you'll sit your ass down and stop bothering Kiyoomi."

The threat of not being able to eat food that I helped to make made everyone stiffen and stop glaring at Kiyoomi.

"Now. We all need to have a serious talk," Shinsuke said. "Regarding Sakusa Kiyoomi."

What the fuck are they going to do now?

"I'm thinking that maybe we can keep him here," Shinsuke glanced at me. "For (y/n)'s sake."

"But she has all of us," Osamu pointed out. "Why does she need someone else?"

"Maybe she needs a friend instead of another lover you idiot," Hitoshi said.

Rintarou let out a yawn and covered his mouth. "Works for me as long as he doesn't prove to be a threat to us."

"I doubt he would be," Atsumu said. "Because if he was, I'm calling for (y/n) to kill him herself."

What?!

The rest of the boys nodded and turned to Shinsuke to make it a type of law.

"If everyone agrees on it, then that works for me. (y/n), how do you feel about it?"

"Hell no!" I glared. "I'd rather die than kill my best friend."

Michi bared his teeth. "Yet you have no problem casting me aside! We've been friends for over 12 years. And now you're best friends with someone you haven't even-"

"Well, at least Kiyoomi hasn't killed or raped me unlike someoneI" I glared at all of them.

"It's not rape if you enjoyed it," Osamu smirked. "And I'm very sure you enjoyed it. Otherwise, why did you beg me to go faster?"

An arguement broke out, causing a certain male to get annoyed.

Shinsuke slammed his hands on the table. "Boys! Get yourselves together. And you!" He glared at me. "Do not be disrespectful to us. If we say that you're going to kill him if you grow to have feelings for him, then that's law. Even if I have to personally hold your hand while doing so."

I clamped my mouth shut and just nodded.

It's fine. It's not like I like Kiyoomi anyway.

He's a brother to me.

"Now that we're done with dinner, won't you be so kind to help me bring in the cheesecake we made?" Shinsuke asked Rintarou who nodded.

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Cheesecake >>>>>>>>>