I see you
childhood friend yandere x shy reader
You two are in the same daycare. He is the complete opposite of you — a loud, confident boy who charms both the adults and the other kids with the big grin he always enters the room with.
You, on the other hand, didn’t stick out too much. Always a bit more hesitant and shy around new people.
One of the things on the agenda today was a field trip.
Having arrived at the destination, the caretakers gave you instructions:
“Okay, little stars. Today is a wonderful day to play a game, don’t you agree?“
The others cheered in agreement.
“We hid clues that you’ll be able to find in this area! So get in pairs, if possible with someone new!“
As the childcare worker claps in her hands, the children scatter around, most of them sticking with their usual friend groups.
However, you stayed back. Nobody came up to you, and you were too anxious to approach the others, fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt while focusing on the ground with your head low.
The caretaker took notice of your little form and exchanged worried glances with the other adults, slowly drawing near and crouching down to your level.
“Hey, have you found a partner yet?“
You shook your head no.
Reaching out her hand, she kindly offered to find a partner for you.
Yet, before you could take her hand, he appears in front of you — scraped knees, a backwards cap and messy hair — flashing you a boyish grin.
“Come on, let’s go together!“ he chirped, eyes glistening with fondness while yours lit up with happiness.
He took your hand and led you to where his friends were. They couldn’t understand why he refused their offer to pair up, until you showed up, shielded by his body.
As you both were hunting for clues, you felt yourself growing more and more relaxed in his presence.
He always protected you from slimy bugs and held your hand so that you wouldn’t get lost without him.
“You’re now my best friend.”
It wasn’t phrased as a question, because he wouldn’t accept you saying no.
And you smiled.
“I like that.”
And the smile you gave him was so genuine, he felt his own heart beating a little more than usual.
You spent the rest of your childhood years sticking to him like glue. You admired him and his presence.
One day, when you were older, you spent time at his house. It was basically yours as well, with how much time you spent there.
Lying next to each other, you faced away from him while he stared at your back, too scared to move.
At times, he could be quiet. He could be soft. But only you were allowed to see this side of him. Only you deserved it.
As he listened to your slow, rhythmic breathing, you turned around.
You weren’t expecting him to be so close — your noses almost touched.
And your stomach flipped at the sight of his half-opened eyes that now widened as much as your own.
He saw it — your pupils, dilated.
His heart began hammering against his ribcage, and he pressed his face into the mattress.
“What?“ you murmured softly.
“N-nothing! You just threw me off guard.”
His response made you chuckle. It was cute to see him without his usual confident tone.
As older teenagers, you both started to see each other differently.
Behind his golden-boy personality and sheepishly handsome face, there was something deeper, a protectiveness directed at you.
He saw you as a woman now. And you, well—
You planned a movie night. Just the two of you.
You’d both been so busy lately, you started to miss his annoying voice and the way he always made you feel right.
As the movie played, you became bored and decided to mess with him a little, just enough to get a reaction.
“Heeey,” you utter, laying your leg on his.
He grinned, showing the dimples you adored so much on him.
But as you started to snuggle up even more and chose to playfully ruffle his messy hair, he became serious.
His hand gently gripped your wrist halfway, and your smile dropped.
“Do you not realize what you’re doing to me? That’s not fair,” his voice croaked — low, with a dangerous hint.
You became nervous and replied, laughing the awkwardness off.
“What do you mean? I’m just playing with you.”
He sighed, propping himself up on top of you, which knocked the breath out of your lungs.
“I’m not the little boy anymore who took these things as innocent gestures. Please acknowledge me as a man. And if you were to do that with every man while being so oblivious… I would rather keep you locked up. Do you understand?”
You couldn’t deny the way that made you feel — more than it should.
