🐇: okay so, i had a vision (yes its small BUT just hear me out), btw English is NOT my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. just a drabble that I thought of when i was having dinner with my family (.....pls....) anyways I hope you guys enjoy it, mwah <3
yandere!loser who knew he had to have you the moment he laid his eyes on you, the way you walked, the way the room suddenly lit up when you entered, it was as if you knocked the breath out of him without even trying.
yandere!loser who watches you for the entire lecture. he can't help it, you look breathtaking, he took his sketch book out and started drawing to distract himself...funny-because your face was there before he could stop himself.
yandere!loser who watches you laugh with your...friends, they don't deserve you; they never did. he will never forget the number of times you have apologized on their behalf, whether because of their mean comments towards another student or their rude behavior towards teachers.
yandere!loser who starts intentionally putting himself in situations where he might get targeted by your friend group, just so he can receive that same gentle pity from you. he'll accidentally drop his stack of textbooks right in front of your friends in the hallway, tensing up as they scoff and walk right over his papers. he keeps his head down, utterly humiliated(if he could kill them already he would have) but his ears are straining for one specific sound.
yandere!loser who feels a pathetic rush of excitement when he hears your sweet voice snap at them to ''stop it guys! it's not funny,'' followed by the sound of your footsteps rushing over to help him. he stays on his knees, deliberately letting his hands tremble as he gathers his notes, just so you'll linger a little longer. ''I'm sorry about them, are you feeling okay?" he can barely look you in the eye..
yandere!loser who instead stares at the floor, his face burning red as he drinks in the sound of your voice. he mumbles a broken, quiet ''i'm fine, thank you.", letting his voice crack enough to make you feel even more sorry for him.
yandere!loser who feels a sickening jolt of electricity shoot up his spine when your soft fingers brush against his knuckles to hand him a pen that fell amongst his textbooks. you give him a small, reassuring smile, telling him not to worry about them because ''they're just being jerks.''
but before he can even whisper another thank you, a heavy, aggressive hand violently grabs your arm, yanking you back up to your feet.
it's one of your loud, obnoxious guy friends. he steps right between you and him, glaring down with utter disgust. ''the fuck are you doing crawling around on the floor with this freak, babe? let's go. get away from her, you fucking incel.''
yandere!loser who stays frozen on his knees, staring at the exact spot where that guy's hand is bruising your soft skin. he hears the names, the insults, but the noise in the hallway is suddenly drowned out by a deafening, static screeching inside his own skull.
''-hey, let go of me! can you guys stop being rude for like a second?''
yandere!loser who violently snaps back to reality at the sound of your voice. the static in his ears vanishes instantly, replaced by the sharp intake of his own breath. his vision clears, focusing on you pulling your arm away from that dickhead's grip, a deep scowl on your usually gentle face as you defend him.
yandere!loser who blinks pathetically up at you from the floor, his trembling hands clutching his papers tightly against his chest like a shield. the bloodthirsty heat in his chest cools down in a fraction of a second, morphing effortlessly back into that wide-eyed, helpless devotion. he watches you snap at your friend, feeling a rush of triumph because you are choosing him.
yandere!loser whose face goes completely blank the exact second you turn around to walk away. he stays frozen in place, tracking the back of your friend's head with a hollow stare.
yandere!loser is already violently mapping out the slaughter in his head. he imagines cornering the guy in the secluded basement level of the campus parking garage, breaking his knees first so he can't run, and then using his bare hands and a rusty box cutter to rip that loud, arrogant mouth apart. he wants to hear the wet, choking sounds of him drowning in his own blood. he wants to peel the skin off the arm that dared to yank you, slice by bloody slice, until there's nothing left but raw meat and bone. by next week, he'll be rotting in a ditch, and i'll be the only one left to comfort you.
