oh what would i do for you

yandere-kun & info-chan fan versions | first est. jan2016

[miyaeto]

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[bob-belcher]

[ndiecity-deactivated20241101]

[afabhysteria]

sick of having to pretend to know stuff about things. i don’t know anything about any stuff

[newlabours]

[pukicho]

Do you have any regrets?

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask

[yanteru]

mean-gxrl​:

Hiyori looked at the boy quietly, her pristine smile never faltering as he took his time to collect himself. She was used to it, after all. Her presence often made both boys and girls speechless- it’s the kind of presence that demands a patience.

As he scooted to the side, however, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. It wasn’t malicious in nature, the sound was light and sweet- delicate. It was a very deliberate front, however.

“Ah, no, no! I was just hoping to sit with you. You seemed like nice company compared to the others out here..” She looked over her shoulder at that, motioning towards the other students sitting in the outdoor cafeteria. 

“They’re good friends, but everyone gets a little tired of chatty company, right? So I’d like to change things up a bit!” As she said that she was already settling down on the seat, crossing her legs. She seemed just at home, quite comedic next to the seemingly off-put boy.

Her laugh resonated in his mind and it left him light headed. It was nothing like the usual mocking laughs he was used to hearing – and he could feel himself warm up. A warmth that spread from his chest, up to his cheeks. Yet his hands felt cold, sweaty. Was was happening?

"Ah.. I.. is that so... th..that's.. uhm.." He already forgot what she was talking about but he couldn’t even look at the girl that was now sitting next to him. Her presence was working its way into his entire body and before he could help it, he felt himself tremble.

"I'm- .. n-not much of a company though, s-sorry about that.” She’d think of him as a freak. And suddenly that thought was even more terrifying than before.

[yanteru]

haunting-nemesis​:

The phrasing was in jest, but it did make Mamoru feel a tinge of annoyance. It went unspoken of, however. Instead, his eyes wandered over the manga on the table with vague interest. By the looks of the place, it was hardly a club.. Perhaps only in name, but it still made a weak unpleasant taste form in his mouth.

Waste of time.

A vibrating sound pulls him from that train of thought however, his eyes once again focusing on his companion and wannabe comedian.

“I used to be part of the library committee at my old school, but I haven’t seen anything like it here. I’m not exactly a fan of more social groups.” He said, shrugging slightly as he let out a small sigh. “I’m fond of admistrative or organization related work. Runs into the family.”

That was an alright joke, right?

"Eh? No way, next thing i know it turns out you are a teacher's pet! What a shame." Souma could've sworn that the vibes that he got from Mamoru were of a delinquent that would enjoy not having to work but that was a tiiny misjudgment of character it seemed. Oh well, happened to the best of them!

"We do plan and organise a lot of events. I'm also in charge for the (dying) school paper — it's not like we are completely useless but... hmh." It seemed like the red head was giving it an honest thought, crossing his legs in the seat while holding his chin even.

"If that’s not enough for you though,” his eyes disappeared behind his glasses as he exlaimed: “Then you might fit in with the student council best!" 

[yanteru]

haunting-nemesis​:

The way Yanagi tensed up was no good, no good at all. He’d have to take a more gentle approach.. A frightened animal is much more difficult to hunt down, after all.

“Something out of the ordinary would be fine as well. Surely there’s something you’d enjoy seeing?” Despite his softer tone, his expression stayed as calm as ever, those red eyes staring into the boy before him.

The way Mamoru carried himself certainly made one thing very clear- getting out of this will be a headache.

“I understand if it feels a bit nerve-wrecking, but I promise you no one would ridicule you, no matter what you suggest.” Those words would probably be reassuring out of anyone else’s mouth.

"R..right." Those red eyes staring into what was left of his soul really didn't do any favours for his sanity. He felt more nervous — something was wrong. Yanagi could tell as much and he needed to get out of here.

"Then you come up with something for me! I.. don't have the time. I'm- meeting someone..." The though of that someone brought a smile and a little blush to his face. He couldn't help but let out a small giggle, too. His Senpai... he wondered what he was up to today!

Oh how excited the thought got him, he completely forgot about the other student and continued to walk down the stairs effectively ending the conversation on his part without even doing as much. His mind was on the highest cloud while he followed his heart.

Maybe he should write his Senpai a poem? Or get him flowers? So many options! Not even the thought of his current rival could sour his mood.

[yanteru]

@haunting-nemesis​

Hiding from fate? You might be able to do that, yes. Karma? It can be outran eventually. But not when those take shape in Mamoru.

Yes, indeed. He is an angel of death, after all. A weapon that would bring down the judgement of those above him with the blade of the knife or the bullet of a gun. And it just so happens that someone deemed it fitting to eliminate a certain business taking place in the school he was currently attending.

Of course, this job asked for subtlety, and that precisely was why he was here now, approaching what would be his target with his usual empty expression.

“Date, sorry to bother you right now, but the teachers asked me to hand these out to everyone.” Of course, there he was with his teachers’ pet front as he holds out a single sheet of paper with an empty form.

“We were planning a festivity for the holiday season due to numerous requests, so the teachers wanted to let everyone make a suggestion or two, cue the form. If you have any questions, I’ll be here to help you out.”

It seems the gesture is genuine and harmless enough but.. Only time will tell.

Ah. He hated, hated, hated being approached by people. Even more by people that he didn't know well. Whenever he couldn’t file the face into a neat little box from where he'd pick the right sentences - he would start to panic and it was noticeable in the way Yanagi tensed up and balled his fists. His shoulders stiff as he looked over the empty sheet.

"I don't really have any suggestions.. I'm sorry," meekly he replied.  "I don't follow these traditions, so I wouldn't even know what to suggest." 

That was a clear enough statement right? It should at least show his disinterest clearly, which wasn’t really ideal. It meant another talk with the guidance counselor about “being part of a community” but he didn’t care. Those were the problems of future Yanagi Date. Current Yanagi Date had a man to seek out and stalk for the coming hour-s. 

[screenshotsofdespair]

[yanteru]

Why i rp yansim again? Well haha I'm Nothing

[mangafascination]

[enchantella]

[kurrusu]

[yanteru]

@mean-gxrl​

It’s tough being the queen bee, it really is! It takes effort to stay on top with information, to follow all the trends, it’s a hard battle. And it’s especially hard when there’s so many people that could stab her in the back, people who’d actually stab her as well.

But there is one thing that never fails to cheer her up. Boys. The prettier the better, and the one in front of her seemed just like the perfect score, as far as she was concerned. Yes, it’s indeed just the type she likes from the looks of it.

And so she finds herself walking closer with the standard charming smile, a small sway to her hips and eyes on the prize. It’s a familiar game.

“Sorry, is this seat taken?” That’s a normal enough question during the lunch period, and a good way to assure closeness if he agreed. A fool-proof plan.

It took him a moment to realise that the girl infront of him was talking to him. What a strange discision really. Strange and unwelcome. Kind of annoying? But he couldn’t just say no. Something in his subconscious was saying: that will out you as a weirdo! And he knew she was a popular girl. Messing with her would be destroying everything he worked for.

And so he followed the only feeling he knew.

“Ah.. no.. it’s not.. do you need it?” He moved in his own seat a little, freeing space so she could reach it better despite there being plenty of room. If hair wasn't covering his forehead, it would be saying “oblivious”.

[poisonsugar]

I know I’m disgusting, but please!! Love me!!!