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Insisting on joining the cooking club at all costs, you went as far as to bribe the student council member with half of your allowance in order to have him eventually agree, things were going well.

Although, there goes your hard-earned cash, down the drain, how unfortunate.


Shiromu had to admit that the reason why he let you have it your way is mainly that while discussing the issue with Aso, he would notice the boy occasionally stealing desperate glances your way.

Despite Shiromu willing to fuck with you and let you suffer, he couldn't help but feel a strange aura emitting from the blond athlete. Besides, the white-haired boy is following orders, which meant, unfortunately, that he had to listen to you, and wouldn't want the president hearing of your dissatisfaction.


Lunchtime came around and you had just about enough of being followed around the school. So, what did you do to ease your situation?


Why, give away all your allowance money!


Unsurprisingly, it did the trick.


Left on your own, you searched around for your friends, wishing to cool off by vulgarly insulting Osano. However, you had failed to hear that you wouldn't be meeting in your usual spot, the school rooftop, but in the classroom. Thus, once you entered through the door scanning for any signs of them you were unsuccessful in spotting them anywhere.

Although, what you hadn't expected whatsoever when arriving on the rooftop was to be pinned against the wall a hand covering your mouth, and a sharp object stabbing you softly teasingly hanging close to your throat. Imagine how shocking it must have been to come to the realization that Ayato was once again acting upon his kinky desires.


Struggling against his hold you thrashed around in the hopes of him letting go, however, his grip remained firm and unmoving. Black hues glared down at you with such malice that you almost missed the slight disgust they held. You, of course, wouldn't let him have it his way, trying every trick in the book this man never once even so much as budged.

''I must say...you've been doing a decent job of effortlessly keeping them far from my beloved senpai'' He spoke a minuscule smirk visible on his dry ass thin lips.


Widening your eyes, the only thought crossing through your mind is that even going to therapy wouldn't be able to solve his psychopathic tendencies. Someone really needed to teach him that threatening others isn't a nice way of greeting them.

''I fail to see what's so interesting about you that peeks their attention, you're just so insufferable'' He scanned your face with his eyes in an attempt at answering his question.


You couldn't compare yourself to his adorable little soulmate, she has everything you don't. Pure intentions, innocent enough to not realize he'd been stalking her ever since he met eyes with her. His heart would explode even at the mere thought of her, her angelic voice tingling in his ears, his eyes on her at any waking moment. Her heart, body, mind, soul, all of them belonging to him and him alone.

Seeing as the yandere maniac is currently preoccupied with his own delusional world, you took the chance of lifting your leg in a swift motion so that you could end his future generation. However, the hand which had been holding your mouth shut now grabbed your leg stopping your ball's attack.ย 


You may have been able to accomplish this before, however, he has learned from his previous mistakes.


With your leg lifted in mid-air and Ayato's face leaning in closer all the while pressing the knife further into your neck careful not to draw blood, stared down at your eyes devoid of any emotion.


''Try again'' He growled lowly. Lifting your hands in surrender you smiled nervously.

''R-Right, listen here buddy we've had this conversation before'' you cleared your throat ''...greeting others with a knife to their throat isn't nice. Also, it may seem like it but I'm not actually into foreplay'' you stated, digging a deeper grave for yourself.


Ayato pressed the sharp object against your throat further in order to silence you, although one question ran through his mind. What is foreplay? Why in the name of Bachira's flat ass do you keep spouting difficult terms to comprehend, is this how severely hormonal teenagers act? He highly doubts this being the case, perhaps you were the only exception amongst the school population.

''H-Hey-keep that thing away from me! L-listen, dude...b-buddy...p-pal...I thought we were good, you know you lending me your textbook?!'' You tried to reason with him.


Before things could escalate to an extent where you wouldn't manage to escape death a loud gasp and an equally loud thud came from not so far from where you two were. Turning your heads you came face to face with an utterly horrified occult club leader, whose face by now had completely turned red.

The carbon copy of Ayato with the exception of sporting longer hair and being an emo version of the male gulped and continuously shook at the sight before him, hastily he threw apologies while crouching in order to pick up the things he dropped due to the tremendous shock.


Meanwhile, Ayato shoved you to the ground roughly in the process of your falling to the ground the knife had somehow managed to cut a tiny strand of your hair. Only Ayato noticed the strand falling, without being noticed he sneakily snatched the locks and quickly hid them in his ass pocket. The feeling of it as he brushed his fingers lightly on them felt exhilarating.

You, on the other hand, collided with the cold cement, fortunately, this time you had your arms in front of you for protection, unlike the last few times. Unaware, of the masochistic sadist claiming your hair, your attention was focused on the fact he pushed you to the ground with no warning.


''Oi, fuck off man!'' you turned to glare at him, however, stopped upon noticing his horrid expression.

For an unknown reason, he seemed terrified. Well, if you can call the ever-so-slight widening of his eyes a means to point out his emotions, then surely he is terrified. Soon so that changed when he felt your eyes on him. Shaking off the strange feeling in his chest he narrowed his eyes mumbling towards you.


''Not...a...word'' He as per usual threatened you.

With that he left in a hurry, deciding that for the time being it would be best to ignore his odd behavior you got up and went to aid the demon-loving boy who is still red and trembling from shock.


The moment he realized you had approached him he picked up his pace in picking his things and accidentally brushed his hand along yours. Flinching from the contact he stopped what he was doing and stared at the ground his bags covering his embarrassed face.

Deadpanning at the cute innocent cinnamon roll, you felt bad for him. It must be hella hard to see people in such an uncompromising position. Sighing heavily, you extended your hand and brushed the hair in front of his face away staring at his red complexion. Instead of gushing, you decided to comfort him.


''Hey...I know how that may have looked...but it isn't what you're thinking I assure you'' You patted his shoulder awkwardly hoping this eased the tension between you two.

Oko's heart continued to beat at an alarming rate, the way you gently moved his hair made his little heart flutter. The time you two had spent together made an impact on him, he never got along with his siblings, as a matter of fact, and he doesn't really have anyone he calls a friend. The occult club members qualify as mere acquaintances except for very few who he talks with during lunch break.


However, conversing with a person who could relate to him felt nice, your silly discussions were amusing to him. He wished to get closer to you, but that changed once he saw how boys seemed to surround you left, right, and center. The only logical conclusion he could come up with for the attention they're giving you is that you're a succubus, a seductress of some kind.

After confirming it right here and now, he couldn't let you seduce him as easily as you did with the rest. He had to stay away from you and your wicked ways. Scrabbling on his feet he fled as quickly as possible, without leaving you a chance to properly explain your situation and how you were on the verge of kissing your life goodbye.


Saddened by this you thought it was for the best for now.

You couldn't think straight with an empty stomach, thus you asked a student if they'd seen your gang, turns out they were in your classroom all this time.


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''There you are, I thought you ditched us for Amao'' Taeko said playfully, though her tone was more teasing than anything.

''Nah, wouldn't do that for the world'' you said chuckling.


Everybody in the room doubted that statement.


Sitting down on a chair opposite where Osano and Raiburu were sitting you were quick to engage in a conversation with the sweet girl, due to your appearance in the group the charcoal-haired girl picked up new interests, all because of your influence so you two now had a lot in common.

On the sidelines, the ginger with the shitty hairstyle gripped tightly onto the bento on his lap, his mind filled with immense hesitation, the task he set for himself seemingly all the more difficult to complete. Raiburu noticing the hesitation on his best friend's face took it upon himself to bring the subject forth.


''Y/n-chan, Osano made food for you!'' the better ginger cheerfully announced. Osano's widened and stared in bewilderment at Raiburu.

Giving Osano a blank stare you considered the possibility of this being an attempt at poisoning you. Eventually, Osano gave up once he saw there is no way of backing out now, with shaky hands he showed you the container. Suspiciously eyeing you carefully opened it.


Oh, it was healthy food.


Seeing the anticipation in Osano's eyes you reluctantly took the chopsticks and picked at the food, slowly you placed some in your mouth. Shockingly enough, it didn't taste bad, in fact, it's decent in terms of taste.

''It's good'' you said contemplating on giving it back and being spoon-fed by Taeko.


Osano's face fell, that is all you had to say?


He stayed up late last night trying to figure out what to make for you, he could evidently tell how ecstatic you normally felt when eating the cooking club's leader food, your eyes would have this sparkle in them. He wanted to see the exact expression on your face when eating his homemade food, he wanted to make you happy the same way Amao's food does.

''Good...just that?'' he voiced his thoughts.


You nodded, perhaps you should have shown more enthusiasm, but it's not like you particularly cared at the moment. Osano clenched his fists to the point of them turning white.

''Good, nothing else?!'' he yelled, his expression now souring completely. Getting off of his chair he glared down at you.

Furrowing your brows you stared beyond confused. What pissed him this time?


''How can you say that after I stayed up wasting my time for this?!'' He continued to yell at your face. Raiburu sat up as well trying to calm down the ginger.

''Woah, chill dude, what's got your panties in a twist?'' you questioned genuinely flabbergasted at the situation.


''You...you ungrateful-ugh you can't even appreciate-your taste buds must be malfunctioning with all the shit you keep eating!!"

Now, this crossed the line. He has the audacity for the hundredth time to insult your food consumption, you'd let him off the hook on numerous occasions hoping he'd eventually drop the subject together. Despite your patience, he'd continuously body shame you for no damn reason. He has no right to say shit when he doesn't know you.


Pushing the chair back you stood up lifting your head staring daggers at him, all you can see currently is red.

''WILL YOU SHUT IT!? What gives you the right to shame me, huh?! All you ever do is talk about my weight without even considering how I may feel, do you seriously think this is okay?! Well, I don't! What I consume is my problem, not yours, calm your fucking tits ed sheeran wanna be!'' You yelled and stormed off not willing to deal with this shit anymore.


Osano stood there mouth agape regretting ever opening his mouth, Taeko stared at your form deciding to leave you to calm down knowing you would want her to not interfere. However, she was heavily disappointed in Osano and on top of that, she felt anger building up within her.

''Keep your opinion to yourself next time'' She then left as well.





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