A/N: Hi! Just wanna say that I'm gonna give
all my best and update as much as I can. And
aside from that, I want to give "your" yanderes personalities.

I do not really want them to be the typical
yanderes, you see. It just doesn't give me the
satisfaction whenever I encounter stories that
just have their yanderes suddenly falling for
you at first sight. And after that, beginning to
kill anyone who gets in the way.

I'm not saying not all yandere stories are like
that. But I am saying most of it— based on my
reading experience. Though there are definitely
stories out there that really have interesting plot
and yanderes

For one, I love "The Seven Deadly Sins" by @maskcover. She's really a great writer. There
are others too, but I really have bad memory

🥲

So even when I'm not a very good writer, (Like
I'm actually bad 😭) I'll do put some efforts in
developing the personalities of the male leads.
So I do hope you stay and read this story until
the very end.

===== Chapter 1 [ Part 1 ] =====

7:33 A.M.

You glance up from your wrist watch with a frown.

Yes, it may have only been three minutes, but you're still late. Having been a consistent secretary through out your junior high school years, you always try to be the type of student who does not have any late nor tardy recorded in the attendance sheet. But since you are late now, you are heavily disappointed with yourself.

I shouldn't have watched ( netflix / k-drama / anime ) the entire night before, you thought with regrets.

Budging the door open, you slowly peek inside and see your classmates, familiar faces and not. They are noisy. The room is. It reminds you of a marketplace, but your every school- year classroom has always been like that. Your gaze travels to your teacher, and you can see she's being troubled with someone unfamiliar.

"I told you, Mr. Ponce, I don't handle those things. You would have to take those matters into the office instead," the woman who seems to be in her thirties says with her teeth gritting.

Your teacher is definitely annoyed with him, but she is trying to remain calm. Clearly stating she isn't a terror teacher because if she has been one, she would've been yelling at his face now.

You sigh in relief.

His golden eyes narrows. Frustration is evident. "What kind of school is this?! I've already informed the office about this matter, yet they still do these kinds of errors!"

He curls his hands into fists, itching to punch the young woman before him but punched the table instead. In his action, he is able to silence the room from the loud bang the man has caused.

The woman lets out a gasp, jumping up from her chair. "Mr. Ponce!" she screams his name out loud, her voice letting go a tone of terror and anger.

The man does not care about it though. He just glares at her. "I am telling you, Ms. Clythe. You wouldn't like to make me mad. I can kill you right here and then. And.." The student gets closer to the teacher, and you instantly take notice of her trembling body.

Maybe you can use this opportunity to be a teacher's pet once again? you critically ponder at the thought that has passed by your mind. You find the idea beneficial to you, so you decide to ride on it. So with that thought circling your mind, you gullibly step inside the land mine with a smile.

"Good morning, Ma'am!"

She turns to you. Mr. Ponce follows. The sigh of relief from your teacher does not escape your observant gaze. She's relieved that you interrupted their ongoing convo. She smiles at you and greets you back.

"Morning," she says.

You nod with a smile, turning your (E/C) eyes on the boy known as Mr. Ponce. His gold eyes angrily stares back at your (E/C) ones, but you're not surprised. But perceiving him in a clearer view, you're surprised that he is as good- looking as the man before.

"Hi," you whisper, suddenly shy.

You aren't used talking to the likes of him. You rarely see such handsome men. His silver hair seems to reflect back the sunlight, a different sight to the dark black hair before that just sucks the artificial light in. While instead of dull-silver eyes, he has bright golden irises. You then have the sudden urge to try and impress; but it is too late now, Mr. Ponce clearly hates you.

And because he hates you, he ignores you. You felt like being thrown over by a large bucket of hot lava, feeling embarrassed by his disregard.

He returns his attention back to Ma'am, but she is quick enough to order everyone to go back to their seats. After all, she has already given too much free time. It is about time to start her introductory speech. As you settle in the right most corner, you're very surprised to find him walk infront of you and aggresively throw his backpack to the side of the table.

He throws you a look like daggers.

"You're gonna regret this." You heard him mutter before facing away from you again. A moment of gaping at him, but you eventually compose yourself.

Is he planning to hurt you?

No, you think to yourself, He can't possible hurt me. We are in schoolgrounds;and if he does try something, I can report him to the authorities.

Thinking those thoughts, you're able to banish the worry and anxiety you felt earlier. You calmly rest your chin on the palm of your hand, attentively listening to the woman who has introduced herself as Ms. Clythe.