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What would happen y/n is in lunch duty at yandere school?

Content: gender neutral reader, one mention of drugs!

You know there'll be a ridiculous line, going all around the school, because everyone wants to have their lunch touched by you.

"Wow, this looks amazing", one yandere exclaims in dramatic praise, wiping a single tear from their glossy eyes.

"...It's the same burgers we have every day. I'm just plating them", you clarify hesitantly.

Before the man can respond, a security guard swiftly escorts them out of the queue. It's the only way to keep the line going and not cause a traffic jam.

On the other hand, it's still a better outcome than the opposite scenario. Usually you have your own lunch, carefully prepared with utmost love (and platonic obsession) by your parents. Yet sometimes, if you feel particularly adventurous, you will check out the school's canteen instead.

The first time you tried the food, you ended up terribly feverish, squirming in your seat until a teacher dragged you to the nurse's office. Unbeknownst to you, a student had spiced your food in a moment of sheer desire and exaltation. It was swept under the rug, and the student was naturally reprimanded: everyone had to shamefully admit, however, that they might've done the same.

Since then, they've formed a special student committee meant to evaluate your plate and guarantee its safety.

"Have I been too picky with my order?" you wonder out loud, standing to the side and pacing from one leg to another. Everyone has already gotten their dish, yet you're still waiting for yours.

Mysterious.

[Yandere School Masterlist]

I'm in my parody mood again. I'm so sorry. You have to attend a yandere school: quite literally, an academy designed to train you into a proper yandere. Except you're terrible at it. So pathetic, in fact, that all the yandere-to-be students and teachers have to help you. And now they're slowly but surely falling for you. Content: gender neutral reader, horde of yanderes, parody

"For the last time, (Y/N)..." the teacher sighs, mild frustration creasing his features. "You can't be a cool and aloof yandere if you look this tense."

"I thought I'm supposed to obsessively stare at my crush from the window", you argue, waving away some cherry blossom petals that were blown by the wind straight into your face.

"Yes, but no one can tell you're a yandere yet. Your gaze must be indifferent, idle, bored. Do you understand?"

You're a lost cause. The older man readjusts your body's position with pursed lips. You'll never be a proper yandere with this attitude. He should be angry about it - Yan Academy dons an unmatched reputation of flawless success. Every student graduates with impeccable results. Well, except for you. And yet, he's almost enjoying the repeated efforts, the daily observations, the additional training you require.

A thought crosses his mind: what would you even do without his help? You'd be lost. You need him to succeed. He shakes his head in embarrassment, swiftly shoves his glasses further up the nose, and coughs.

"Meet me after class. I'll be in my office."

"Again?"

The words escape your lips before you can stop yourself. His brows furrow, and he lifts your chin with his index finger, responding in a deeper voice:

"Yes. Until you learn to act properly, (Y/N)."

“What’re you doing now? We were going to hang out at my place, so we can practice efficient stalking methods.”

Your classmate smiles at you, almost pleadingly. Oh, if only you’d join them. How else will you manage? He can already picture your confused, innocent expression as you try to keep up with them.

You were made to be stalked, not the other way around.

“I can’t”, you whine. “Teacher wants me to stay behind again.”

The students stare at you with a peculiar glimmer in their eye. This bastard…is he trying to keep you all to himself? He should be minding his damn business and leave such matters to people who’re closer to you. They know you better. They’d do a much better job at…training you.

You feel a tug behind you. The classmate removes your backpack and throws it over his shoulder.

“Fuck that. You’re coming with me.”

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