perfect flaws|| yandere simulator various x reader [rewrite] (DISCONTINUED)

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chapter one
since when were oranges this mean?

( ꈍᴗꈍ)

you tried to tie the end of the bento cloth wrap, your fingers seemingly getting tangled in it. after the eighteenth attempt to tie it, you groaned in frustration and slammed your head onto the counter. feeling your head sting, it added to your anger and you stomped angrily.

"screw this! screw all those cute anime girls who are able to get it tied for their senpais!" you growled and swiped the bento off of the counter.

realizing what you had just done, your eyes widened in a feeling of dread. your instincts were too sucky to react. you had to watch in agony as the contents of the bento fell onto the floor, creating a mess you would rather not clean up but had to. you sobbed in frustration and went to get the broom.

after cleaning the whole thing up, you just decided to get something from the convenience store. swinging the bag around your wrist, you hummed the tune of (song you like). shoving the (preferred sandwich) sandwich into your bookbag, you slung the somewhat light bag onto your shoulder and started on your path to the prestigious school named akademi.

you began to admire the neighborhood homes that happened to be on the same street as yours. humming in awe, you looked straight up at the clouds. you used to live in this neighborhood when you were younger, and you had moved into the same exact house you lived in before when you were not even in your double digits.

i bet i look like muichiro right now, you thought, i could be a protagonist and not know it... who am I kidding, that's not going to happen.

you bit your lip but immediately regretted doing so.

feeling a form hit yours, you gasped as your canine teeth bit into your soft bottom lip. you fell back onto your bottom and whined in pain. you quickly recovered and stood up immediately, not getting the worse of the collision. your bookbag was left on the ground, but you'd get it in a second.

looking to who the perpetrator of your pain was, you examined them closely. he had orange hair in a small low ponytail held together with a girly polka dot hair tie. he had a black uniform which you recognized as the male akademi uniform attire. huffing through your nose, you decided to speak up first.

"hey, are you alright?" you asked as you bent down to him, "you seem to be in a worse condition than me."

he looked up to you and you saw the most gorgeous eyes. just kidding, his face was red from anger and he did not seem very delighted at what had happened. his eyes had a fire literally burning in them. this orange scared you.

though, when he started to look at you, the anger from his face somehow managed to leave as if it were your first-grade friend's father. his expression softened and in place of the anger creating red all over his face, it resided in his cheeks.

"p-personal space! b-but yeah, i'm fine..." he stuttered over his words, trying very hard to not make eye contact with you which made you feel a little insulted when you had noticed it. you backed away a little, making him feel just the slightest bit more comfortable.

in your bent-over position, you offered your (s/c) (dominant side) hand. he eyed it for a few seconds in hesitation before reluctantly putting his warm hand in yours. you hoisted him up and his eyes widened a bit at your strength. he got his balance and stared (down/up) at you analytically. feeling a bit weird that his touch lingered on yours for too long, you moved your hand away from his and used it to grab your bookbag.

her hand is so soft, osano thought, his blush darkening on his cheeks. he scowled at his own thoughts and shook his head. she's also really pretty...

[just to clear up, if you don't believe you're attractive (you are, don't doubt yourself) you can just imagine that every female but you in this world is suddenly 80% uglier!]

"th-thanks, b-but don't think that the fact that you helped me up immediately puts me in your debt!" he spoke with a shaky voice, pulling up his bookbag and scratching his nape.

you ignored what he said and took a moment to look at him with a smile. he tried not to be freaked out but instead thought of it differently, which just made his used-to-be-calmed-down blush light up as if your actions were gasoline.

"why is your face so red? are you okay?" despite your smug tone, you were oblivious. you put on a concerned expression and reached to check his temperature with your hand but he swatted your hand away softly.

"i-i'm fine, baka! don't quickly assume something is wrong with me, it j-just makes you look dumb!" the male stuttered desperately out in a louder tone, causing your form to shrink back in fear. realizing his action, he looked away, embarrassed and regretful.

why did i say that to a girl i just met? he pondered in frustration at his own actions.

you scowled for a second, pissed off at his words, but it disappeared because you wanted to keep your nice girl façade.

"i've heard shoving things up your ass is quite painful so you might want to start with something small like your intelligence and build up to bigger things like your ego." you muttered, index finger on your lip as you looked away from his watching eyes.

"huh?" his face contorted into confusion, not hearing you quite well. you hummed and brushed off the words you spoke.

"well anyway, i'm (l/n) (y/n)! nice to meet you!" you gave him a sweet smile, hoping for one in return but got none as he stared at you, bewildered. you had the urge to give your hand out to shake, but no such thing was often found in japan.

"osana najimi... nice to meet you too, i guess." he guessed? your lips changed to a straight, bitter line for a second but twitched it back into a smile. jerk.

"you're from akademi, right? want to walk with me?" you quizzed sweetly, your smile becoming closed-eyed. you waited for his positive response with excitement.

"actually, i was waiting for a friend-"

"great! let's go!" you didn't care for his response and just grasped his hand, starting to drag him to the direction you were going initially.

"w-wait! wrong way!"

"oh, sorry."

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