COME CLOSER || (Yandere!Males x Fem. Reader)

Chapter 2: The New Semester Doesn't Scare Me!

With sweaty palms, you held tightly onto the rim of your car seat, all with a glimmering though shaky grin as Taro drove ever nearer to the school's front entrance. It wasn't like you had a foreboding or anything of that nature, but you just couldn't shake this overwhelming wave of anxiety, as well as the strange feeling of regret. 

You couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for kneeing your brother in the gut this morning. Too kind for your own good, you felt the guilty sensation take over your thoughts, with your brain making it a top priority. Such a shame with what a growling, starving muscle could do to your normally tender-hearted personality.

So, you made your thoughts into reality, "Hey… Taro, you okay?" You spoke softly.

His eyes side-glanced you with flatline lips as he pulled up to the school's entrance. He then fully faced you after putting the car in parking mode, his charcoal irises reaching out to your own [e/c] ones. "What do you mean by that? Somethin' wrong, [Y/n]?" He began to look at you with worry, putting his hand on your forehead.

You smacked his hand away lightly, and began your explanation. "N-No! I just wanna ask if you're not hurting that much after our pillow fight! And… me kneeing you in your stomach… I did it pretty hard, so I wanna make sure you're alright. Is that so bad?" 

"Hm, hm, hm… Hahaha!" Taro attempted to keep his laughter contained, to no avail. 

"I-It's not funny!" 

"Yes, yes it is! Haha!" Taro wiped a tear from his eyes with his right hand while his left supported his stomach as he doubled over from laughing, his forehead slamming into the steering wheel making the horn honk -- earning some stares from passing students. When his laughter had calmed to chuckle and then a chortle, he looked at you with a charmingly bright grin gracing his features. "Apology accepted. Now, go out there and have fun!"

Have fun! he says. How could he be so carefree? No matter, it wouldn't change the pace of how your painstakingly slow classes were going. You had sat in your assigned seat, as the presently-absent teacher was nowhere to be found; the only trace of them being:

PLEASE SIT IN YOUR ASSIGNED SEAT WITH YOUR LAST NAME ON YOUR DESK. I WILL RETURN SHORTLY.

Yup, just some writing on a chalkboard. What could your teacher even be doing? You had already gotten there quite early. Though you had a feeling school wouldn't be eventful because of the usual go to class, get passing grades, go home, sleep, and repeat routine--it was still a routine-- and you'd much rather be sticking to that routine instead of just sitting in class doing nothing productive. Other students had the same thing in mind, but instead of doing nothing, they either played on their phones, texting, gaming, whatever the like, or talked with some of their friends from previous years. 

You wanted to talk to some of them, but you felt that you shouldn't at the same time. What would you even say? And after that, how would you carry on the conversation? Being a wallflower isn't something you like doing, but it seems as if your mind and body doesn't even give you a choice. Your heart felt tight inside your already tight chest, as you were just staring at your reflection in the well-polished shine of your desk with weary and worrisome eyes. You didn't want to take out your phone, for fear of the possibility that if your teacher happened to be the strictest person on the planet, you didn't want it to be taken away from your possession. 

Twenty minutes. Twenty. Bloody. Minutes. 

"You're kidding me…" You muttered to no one in particular as your face was stuck to your desk's cold, hard surface.

"Tell me about it," You jolted upward as the door slammed, a deep voice resonating throughout the classroom. You certainly weren't expecting a reply. "Idiots call me in for a damn meeting just as school opens. What a joke, don'tcha guys think?" The class had different instruments of response, some giggling at the young man's demeanor, and some snapping their eyes wide open because they decided to sleep. The young man looks at the whole of his audience with his piercing golden eyes, and smiles cheekily, "Shizen Katsuya at your service. I'll be teaching ya chemistry this year. Specifically, the chemistry of plants."