̗̀➛ YANDERE UPPERCLASSMAN WANTS THE BEST FOR YOU ! yan! upperclassman / reader
because your kind, reliable senior will always look out for you forever and ever, right? because he always has your best interests in mind and will never do anything to sully you, right?
( yandere, perverted man LETS FUCKING GO, theyre all in college ok!!!, sudden angst, mentions of death, officer? yes this guy right here HES A PERVERT... )
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who’s always looking after you, his cute lil junior. You’re new to this school, and with him being your guide, it doesn’t come as a surprise when he becomes attached to you. He finds your awestruck face endearing as you gawk at the campus and teases you to watch your footing lest you fall. You find him easy to get along with as well— laidback with a carefree grin, brotherly ruffles when you ask a nervous question, and a gentle hand on your back as he guides you through the winding halls— he eases your beating heart as you navigate your way through the institution.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who gets a bit lonely whenever he sees you hanging out with your new friends. He supposes he’s happy for you; it is the upperclassman thing to do to hope that their junior gets along with their peers. But he wishes you’d cling to him more, acting like the lost little lamb that you actually are. He finds it cute when you tilt your head up at him, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you ask him for answers that he knows you’ll barely understand.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who’s always keeping an eye on you, taking the seat near the windows so he can watch you goof around with your friends during P.E. You’re really touchy-feely with those boys, aren’t you? They manhandle you and toss you around like it’s nothing, treating you less like the fragile doll that you are and more like a soccer ball to play with. He watches as some of them even flirt with you, shyly stuttering and initiating touch before suddenly getting hit by an incoming ball. He laughs to himself, keeping the bitterness down and turning his attention back to the lesson on the whiteboard.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who, no matter what, will always enjoy watching you light up as soon as you spot him from far away. His friends joke about you imprinting on him, and he does laugh, but he relishes the satisfaction as he watches you bound up to him with admiration in your eyes and an invitation to the cafeteria ready. He’s only too willing to let himself get whisked away by you, posing as the responsible upperclassman keeping an eye on their naughty junior. He’s casually touchy— light brushes against your hair (“You need to keep yourself tidy, you know.”), straightening your blazer (“Don’t have too much fun rolling around in the mud.”), pinching your cheeks (“Mmm, you’re too cute for your own good.”), and holding your hand (“Flustered? Don’t worry, I like that on you.”). It has your heart and thoughts reeling, and you have to shake yourself out of that stupid stupor he always has you in.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who doesn’t make it a secret how much he likes you. He’s always ready with his flirting, staring you down with half-lidded eyes and a sly smirk. Not to say that he’s a sleaze— he’s a gentleman in every way— but he catches you off guard with downright scandalous lines that have him getting hit by his fellow seniors. Whether you act indifferent or play the flustered part, nothing deters your senior from teasing you with coquettish remarks and playful touching.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN whose gaze lingers on you for far longer than necessary, yellow eyes trailing on your nape… down to the curve of your waist… to the place where your thighs dip and touch plush against each other. God, has the uniform skirt always been this skimpy, or did you just have some innate talent for tightening his slacks? He’s not fucking joking when he tells you how cute you are in the academy’s uniform, but he’s also not telling you the whole truth when he says he wants to take you on a date. He wants to take you to the train station, feel the crowd force your bodies to be close to each other… He’ll steady you by the waist when you get knocked back by the uncaring masses, and just when you think you’re safe, start slipping his fingers down your skirt till he can feel those cotton panties he knows you’re wearing. He wants people to watch. He wants you to watch people watch as he pets your pretty lil girl so he can get into your humble head how much people want you. How much he wants you.
Mm, fuck. He laughs drily to himself as he slumps forward on his desk. He hopes the teacher won’t call on him lest he show everyone what kind of lewd thoughts he’s been thinking about his perfect lil junior.
“Isn’t this uniform a little too loose on me?” You pout, turning around in front of the mirror to analyze the ill-fitting school polo on you. Behind you, Haku leans on the wall with your damp shirt in hand, taking you all in with a boyish smirk on his face. “Ugh, maybe I should just ask Kaito for one of his spares. We’re closer in build, anyway.”
Haku sighs dramatically. “Damn, what a shame. And I liked you seeing in my clothes as well.”
You blink for a while, slowly meeting eyes with him in the mirror, then turn red at such scandalous words. You cough and avert your eyes from his amused glance. “Th– That’s irrelevant! I’ll look stupid if I go around wearing something two sizes bigger than me!”
“On the contrary,” he tuts. His hands place themselves on the back of your hips and gently guide you to face him. With not a moment wasted, he tightens the shirt toward the front and ties it in a bundle before tucking it into your bottoms. “There you go. If my pretty lil junior wants to walk around with their shirt hugging their every curve, then who am I to complain?” He takes a step back and admires his handiwork. “Looking like a doll, if I might say so. And in my shirt, to boot. If I died now, I’d die a happy man.”
You pout at him, acting all huffy, but the embarrassed blush on your face tells no lies. “Haku, you’re doing too much!”
He laughs out loud— those laughs that are too low in case mama might hear you past curfew— but they’re charming on him. He ruffles your hair with eyes crinkled in adoration. “Too much? Princess, you’re too much for me. Don’t your friends know not to play too much with a lady? Now you’re gonna be in someone else’s clothes until we get that mud of your uniform. I know Haru’s kids might be wildcards, but he oughta teach Towa how to treat a girl right.”
“Leave Towa alone,” you grumble, self-consciously pulling on the sleeves. “Towa’s not constantly eyeing me up and down like some sorta skeev.”
Your senior, the alluring and mischievous bastard, feigns an expression of hurt that has no ounce of sincerity in it. “Ouch, princess. Do you really think of me some sorta perv?” You hum noncommittally, meeting his mirthful yellow eyes in the mirror. He raises a brow at you and grins handsomely.
“I’m just a guy who likes what he sees,” he smiles, cocking his head at you. “And you know just how much I love staring at you.”
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who knows all too well the burdens that come with academy life and sees how overwhelmed you are with all these demands of your classes and your teachers and these boys who demand both time and attention from you (and he is one of many). But he’s the type of guy who likes to play the nice guy, playing the gentlemanly part whenever he drapes his coat over you when your school blouse sticks to your skin, buying you food when he knows that you’re too busy to remember to eat, lending you a patient ear when you need someone to let it out to… He’s your kind and reliable senior who’s been there for you since day one, so there’s no real harm in relying on him, right?
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who lets out a shudder of excitement when he picks up your calls, knowing full well that he’s the first one you dialed in an emergency. He doesn’t need to put trackers on your phone or whatever fancy tech the other boys have to know that you dialed him up first. He knows. He knows by the way you drop by his dorm before every mission, hoping to consult the wisdom you think he’s got stored in his brain with wide, worried eyes. He knows how relieved your expression is when he catches your eyes in a sea of students, struggling against the current of bodies to latch onto him with the most innocent of smiles. He knows because you’ve told him, over and over and over again, that you’re so, so, so happy to have him by your side.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN who ‘chances’ upon you in the courtyard, silent as you stare up at the moon. Whatever could be behind those pretty doe eyes that you hide behind your bangs? He takes a seat beside you and doesn’t say a word, joining you to stare at the night sky until you decide to break the silence. For a long while, you don’t say anything, and just when he’s about to dust himself off and walk you to your dorm, you surprise him by slumping against him. Your face is buried in his shoulder as you stay still again, till he feels the tears dampening the sleeve of his uniform and your broken sobs ever so slightly shake his body.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN… who tries to be the good, reliable, and kind senior that he’s painted himself out to be. He knows what’s expected of him— to wrap his arm around your head and stroke your hair as he patiently awaits your sorrows to subside. And he does that all, the perfect gentleman if it weren’t for that twisted smile on his face, right there for you to see, should you ever raise your head. So he buries that devilish expression on top of your hair, hoping that the unexpected intimacy doesn’t raise any alarms as he closes his eyes and tries to suppress his excitement.
But you smell so fucking good with your signature flowery scent just there for him to breathe in, and you feel so fucking good shaking against him, crying, thinking that you’re protected as long as your dear senior is right there beside you. You don’t know that your senior’s hand is trembling as he forces himself to maintain those gentle strokes instead of pulling your hair back so he can see that pretty, tear-streaked face that he’s been imagining for so long. You don’t know that your senior is fighting the urge to pin you down to that bench and make you bawl even more, to finally break down and release yourself to him and him only.
YANDERE! UPPERCLASSMAN, blasphemous and indolent and a sinner, prays to all the gods that he serves that you don’t notice how fucking hard he is right now.
“Thank you, Haku.” You bow to him after he walks you to the front of your dorm, sniffling and still red-eyed from all that silent crying you did. You are clearly embarrassed, with you cowering behind your bangs more than usual. “I– I’m sorry that I did that. I wasn’t— Today was just—” You swallow and force yourself to collect yourself. “It’s… another failed mission today. I– I thought that the anomaly could break my curse. I… we, we didn’t. We…” You gesture depressingly.
It’s not just pity that Haku feels for you. With all matters regarding you and the Kyklos curse, he approaches with the utmost sincerity. This is the most work he’s done for anyone in years, researching and aiding, but he does not feel even an ounce of grievance that Sinostra was unable to break your curse with this mission. But if your curse were to break, then you’d leave Darkwick, leave him, and he’d go back to the apathetic and hedonistic shell that he was a year before meeting you. And he’d go back to living a life without you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He watches you try to abate the apology with a miserable grin before deciding not to even bother. “I’ll talk to Taiga after this.”
You laugh hollowly. “Don’t– It’s okay. What could you even say to him that he’d remember? Just… Just thank you. For walking me to the dorm. For, for everything.”
“A bit too early to be talking like that, don’t you think?” He says as a half-joke, but the knitted eyebrows give away the deeper layers. You avert your eyes again. “You know I’ll send more missions your way. I’ll even get into contact with the staff members for missions that’re not out in public. We’ll find a way to get you rid of the Kyklos once and for all.”
It just has to be me, whispers a tiny, bastardous part of himself. He pushes that down.
“Thank you,” you smile again, this time calmer but not even hopeful in the slightest. “I know how hard you’re working for me. I’m just… well, I don’t know. I guess I’m just afraid to disappoint you in the end.”
“How could I–!” He bites his lip and takes a step back when you flinch. “How could I ever be disappointed with the girl I…” He trails off to a whisper. Saying it out loud feels like pain. Not when you’re months away from succumbing to the curse. He stares at you, eyes shaking and face the most distraught you’ve ever seen since you entered this school.
Either you don’t care for him to complete his sentence or you don’t want to hear it, because you offer him a kind look as you mouth another ‘thank you’ before you slip behind those cathedral doors, the resounding click finally leaving him alone in the dark of night. He can only stare blankly at that grand wooden door, your scent of flowers permeating the air with its sickly sweet stench long after you’ve left.
If you were— If he were— If you’d ever…
He swallows that ache in his throat as he forces himself to finally turn his back against the abandoned church and start the walk to his dormitory with only him and his disturbed thoughts. After you, there’s nothing but a dark, blank slate. He brushes past the white chrysanthemums, barely feeling their stems cut into him as he makes his way back.
BOO IT’S ANOTHER UNPOPULAR FANDOM FIC MEANT TO BAIT YOU IN JOINING ME IN THIS HELL. COME PRAISE THE BEAUTY OF HAKU KUSANAGI WITH ME
omf fuys i love Them Os much They hold a Special place in my Heart 😢😢 Probably the most interesting chapter I've ever seen! and these two have more chemistry than the Other Freking Ghouls
edit: the art is mine, i didn't steal it! i just changed my username 😭
