Uhm, if requests are open can I get Yandere Kokichi and Shuichi (separately) with an introverted and easily overwhelmed s/o that loves them back but is completely, and shockingly, apathetic to them being yandere? Sorry if this goes against your rules or is too specific. Feel free to ignore/change this if you're busy or something, I don't mean to bother you ^^;
My first imagines request! I’m so happy! Yes, requests are definitely open and thank you for requesting, dear anon~Also, this isn’t too specific at all, anon, don’t worry! Although I would say that at some point if the request is so specific that you have the exact plots and reactions planned in your head, then you’d probably be better off writing it yourself.
My rules are pretty flexible, although they look a little stern, haha. Don’t let them scare you off, they’re run-of-the-mill!
I’m not sure if this is what you wanted for the yandere, especially since I rarely do yandere, but I personally just went on the subtly creepy and soft side of it, partly because I don’t imagine the reader condoning violence. I wasn’t quite sure how to portray the “easily overwhelmed” part, but I tried to make it show up in hints of anxiety. If you’d like some more nsfw yandere or this isn’t really what you wanted, feel free to request again!Shuichi’s is longer because he doesn’t make an appearance right away. But these aren’t super long, so no cut. Let me know if I should put a keep reading, though, and if it’s clogging up your tumblr. I need some opinions on how long stuff should be before I put a keep reading.
Fuyuhiko icon credit to kilruas!
Anyway, I should talk less. Here you are:
Yandere! Kokichi & Shuichi x Introvert! S/O
“Hey~ What are you doing, my beloved s/o?”
Kokichi had somehow managed to creep up on you when you weren’t paying attention, and you jumped in your seat, the half-folded origami crane falling from your hands, looking like a crippled bird. Some might say you were a crippled bird in the relationship you held with the boy, although you would quite beg to differ. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear nervously before answering, turning to face the mischievous prankster.
“I was folding a paper crane,” you smile, eyes narrowing slightly in affection for the purple-haired boy.
He grins back, a strange glint in his violet eyes.
“Why don’t you spend time with me, instead, then? Since you’ve got enough time to dawdle around folding origami,” he pouts, his arms snaking around you as his torso presses to your back, and you felt his warm breath floating downwards sweetly. A hint of grape wafted off of his body, and you leaned your head back onto his chest, looking up at his almost cherub-like face, although you knew all too well what lay beneath its angelic demeanor.
“Sure, what do you want to do?” you ask curiously, reaching out for the paper crane on the table. You wanted to finish it–half-done things made you anxious. But before even the tips of your fingers could reach the desired paper, a hand grasped your wrist tightly, cold and domineering.
“Uh-uh-uh. Pay attention to me, now,” Kokichi said softly, as if whispering, but a cold, hard tone made its way into his voice. You let your arm go limp, knowing that he’d relent if you gave up for now. You’d just have to finish it later.
At your act of submission to his will, his smile stretched wide across his face before he relinquished his hold on your wrist and stroked your head gently instead. “Good girl,” he says in that soft tone of voice–as if warning you to just dare try taking your eyes off him for even a moment.
You offer him a reciprocal smile, albeit a lot kinder and more tender.
“I’ll spend time with you any time,” you say. “Just let me know.”
Upon those words, he stops moving, and you see him lick his lips in thought before replying, a familiarly devious expression settling on his face. It was one much too familiar to you–and one you loved deeply even so.
“How about for the rest of your life?”
You shrug and chuckle shyly, feeling your cheeks fill with warmth.
“Sure. It’s sweet that you think you’d like to be with me that long. I think even I’d get sick of spending time with myself for that long.”
Kokichi stays silent for a moment, and then you hear him laugh, quietly, although sounding like he was genuinely amused by your response.
“Oh, s/o… If you only knew.”
You were talking to your friends at lunch like usual–or maybe not. You usually spent lunchtime with Shuichi, but he did say he had to make up a test during lunch, which was extremely unusual for him as an honor student that rarely missed class or failed tests. He did sound pretty frustrated about it, but you reassured him, telling him that you’d be fine with your friends and wished him good luck on his test.
“Kaede, what are you having for lunch?” you wondered.
You hadn’t gotten your lunch yet, after all, and it was usually better to go in lines with friends so you could spend the extra time chatting instead of standing alone with your thoughts. You had plenty of time to do that at home, even if being around other people was rather tiring.
“I brought a bento for once!” she declared, looking rather proud. “See?” she opened the box to showcase black and white rice balls, along with a side of cut-up vegetables and octo-sausages. Your shoulders visibly slumped. Well, there went your plans of going to lunch with a friend.
You looked around the crowd of students and spotted Kaito, who was whistling a cheery tune as he walked to the lunch line, so you waved to Kaede before running off to join Kaito.
“What are you having for lunch, Kaito?” you spouted right after coming to his side.
He seemed rather surprised by your presence–you had been spending lunch with Shuichi in the classroom for the past semester–but you took no notice. He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.
“I was thinking I’d just get the ramen. Even though this line is the longest, ramen’s still what I always get when it’s available.”
You nodded and smiled, your features brightening up considerably. Finally, you were getting somewhere.
“Okay, then I’ll come with you!”
Kaito looked happy, starting to consent, but his joy was short-lived as his face twisted into a mixture of horror and shock.
“Er, your boyfriend’s here. You’d best go with him, I think,” he says, visibly edging away from you, although he was starting to step out of the ramen line.
You felt a hand rest firmly on your shoulder and pull you back into a slim yet firm chest.
“S/o, I’m done with my test. Shall we go?”
And you turned to face him as his hand slipped down to grasp your own, but before you could catch a glimpse of his face or say anything, he started walking away and pulling you along forcefully, which was rather rare for your soft-spoken and faint-hearted boyfriend.
You struggled to keep up with his long, quick strides, and stumbled, almost falling over, but he catches you in his arms swiftly, with a grace you didn’t know he possessed.
Instead of righting you and letting go of you, however, you felt his arms wrap possessively around you, drawing you even closer into his embrace.
Your voice came out muffled as your lips pressed into his uniform.
He seemed to regain his senses momentarily, and you feel his grip on you loosen. You stand on your own two feet, stable again, and look at his face, which looks tinted with red as he puts a hand over his heart, looking pained.
You lean in to take a look at his face, which is partially shaded by a baseball cap–the one he admitted to wearing when he wanted to hide how he felt or when he wanted to control his impulses.
He worries his bottom lips between his teeth before replying.
“I leave you alone for hardly ten minutes, and this happens,” he mutters bitterly.
You put a fist in your palm, paying no mind to his ominous words and remember his appointment with the teacher.
“Right, you finished your test pretty quick! How did it go?”
He laughs self-deprecatingly.
“I don’t know how it went, really… I was supposed to take the entirety of lunch to do it, but I was too worried so I just finished it as quickly as possible so I could come and find you.”
You tilt your head, hair bobbing slightly, eyes looking directly at his, although his gaze was obscured by the cap.
“You wanted to see me that bad? We spend lunchtime, before school, and all after-school time together already. We even have class with each other,” you note. “Don’t worry about me,” you smile, slightly amused. However, Shuichi seems far from amused as his golden eyes turn a murky shade of molten light brown.
“It’s not enough for me,” he mumbles.
You had to take a moment to process his words–he wasn’t speaking very clearly, after all. But you were pretty accustomed to Shuichi-speak by now, having spent so much time with him. “You want to spend more time with me?” you ask. “Why didn’t you say so? Maybe someday we can have a sleepover,” you say innocently.
His face turns a bright red and then returns to its normal pale shade, his oddly dark gold eyes darting around until they land on you as he speaks.
“No matter how much time I spend with you, it won’t be enough,” he states. “I want to spend all my time with you.”
You fiddle with the collar of your uniform, embarrassed but strangely enough otherwise unaffected by his words. They did sound rather possessive. And it was true that you’d kind of like to have a life outside of Shuichi. But you loved him too much to actually reject him, and it didn’t really bother you, so you just beamed at him warmly.
“Okay. Why don’t we start with spending tonight together, then?”
