Blood Bouquet: Yandere Boys x Female! Reader

(xxi) the kitschy and the beloved

The day seems slow. Most of your classes for today don't have Akane or Rantaro-- and given that they're both fairly popular people, they're often swarmed even if they don't make the effort to find you. You take the opportunity to observe them as an outsider-- and it's quite fascinating, you find.

When it comes to interacting with others, both Rantaro and Akane have similar patterns. A shout of 'Minami' or 'Rantaro' is followed up with a near-imperceptible twitch of the eye, before a wide grin swallows their face. Warm, but not the same as always. You are not stupid, and you are not blind...but it is easier to look away than to think about it too much. There is a sort of dichotomy in the way they act with an outsider and with you; rather than bothering you, that difference seemed to please you.

You'd found yourself in a place with a lot of strange people-- though, you suppose that's what you get in a place for either the super-smart or the super-rich. Both types are often full of their own eccentricities, more bad than good. 

More bad than good...critising people for that would be downright hypocritical, wouldn't it? You're not the sweetest person either-- far from it, really. You know you can be a right bitch at times, and it's been said to you plenty of times. Some people are better than others. Some people are better than others; some people are warm and kind and loved, and some people are you. 

It doesn't matter though, you've already decided to be you, regardless of what comes your way. You've been told that you're the best the way you are by someone very important, back when you were a child. Even now, the voice of that person--

--the voice of...who, exactly? 

"Don't worry about a thing, okay (Y/N)? You're the best because you're you-- and because of that, I  ████ ██████ ████ ███."

That's strange. Not much skips your mind. You remember everything that's important-- and this person was beyond important to you, you can feel it in the slow chill that's creeping down you as you struggle to remember-- so why have you forgotten? Why can't you remember? What is wrong with you? Why have you--

"Hey, angel, what's got you all down like that?"

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