ℐunior ℋigh. | yandere!students x male!reader PT. 1

content warning: starting mentions of obsession

authors note: im planning to make this a slow burn! lmk if you want me to speed things up

word count: 1253

tag list: @leeiasure

The alarm was a violent shrill in your ears. You jolted awake… where were you? Right. The dorm room, ugly walls and all, not your old bed. You’d actually forgotten you moved here. How could you already forget?

Haysey was already up and dressed in his uniform: a black blazer with matching pants, a white undershirt, dress shoes, and a striped blue-and-white tie. He rummaged through a pile of papers on his desk before looking up. “Morning, sunshine,” he spoke with a grin, eyes wandering to your messy bedhead with a chuckle. “You got your timetable? I’ll walk you to your lessons- free of charge.”

You hummed, rubbing your eyes, still half stuck in sleep and not quite ready to let go. Why did you always wake up this groggy? Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. The timetable, where was it? “R-Right- bottom drawer,” you yawned, grabbing your ugly uniform and trudging to the bathroom.

You emerged, drowning a bit in that uniform. Did you send in the wrong measurements, or did you just grow smaller overnight? Either way, it looked terrible, and you felt it too.

“Did you get it?” you asked, your eyes wandering over Haysey’s back that was towards you.

“Yeah- uhh, you’ve not got a third period class, did you choose one?” Haysey asked, brows furrowed as he flipped through your timetable, then turned to face you. He clicked his tongue, stepping closer and reaching down to adjust your tie. You let your eyes finally wander over his face.

Haysey’s blonde curls, freckles, and sea-blue eyes caught your attention. He was attractive.

“I just… I didn’t know what to choose,” you muttered, averting your eyes to not be caught staring. He finally finished up with your tie, his hands running down your arms to ‘smooth out your blazer’.

“Well, it’s only the first day. You’ll have to choose by October, though. You ready to go?”

You stumbled to grab your bag, already packed last night (which you silently thanked yourself for), with all your heavy books. Nodding, you swung your bag over your shoulder and began to follow Haysey down the endless corridors of the college.

In the first period, you chose biology. You’d thought it was relatively easy in high school, but all this new content building on the previous made your headache and brow furrow. Your deskmate next to you seemed to think the same, not even attempting to pay attention anymore, playing with his pen.

“Are you struggling too? It’s [name],” you whispered, tilting your head as your eyes wandered over his face. He let out a huff of acknowledgement, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s… different, isn’t it?” he spoke, eyes crinkling with sarcasm. “I’m Jacob.”

The teacher let out a loud ‘shush’, fingers to her lips, yet she wasn’t directing it at you- only Jacob. Your eyes met hers, and she let out a coy smile.

Jacob waited a long minute before whispering to you again. “I’ve made a club, today of course, do you wanna join?” You said yes before you even knew what it was about, eagerly nodding. You’d thought you’d have made no friends, but you were proving yourself wrong!

“What’s the catch?” you whispered, pretending to scribble things down when the teacher was looking.

Jacob let out a quiet chuckle, looking away. “It’s based on occults. Like- researching ghosts ‘n stuff.”

Jacob was lucky, because you were quite interested in the happenings of the afterlife. Before you could get your interests out, the bell rang. That same, agitating bell that had woken you up this morning.

Jacob was already packing up, leaving the room, but not without looking back at you with a smile and a wave. “See you soon- room 109!”

The second period had come before you knew it, time seemed to quicken when you were meeting new people. You had chosen art. Well, maybe you hadn’t done it in high school, but it seemed easy!

The classroom was large, with brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows that let natural light dance across your face. Easels and stools were organised in a circle around a circular platform in the middle of the room, probably for painting subjects to be.

You sat on a random stool, the one in the middle, before all the other students came rushing in. Two boys sat on either side of you; you weren’t used to being at an all-boys school, already adjusting their easels for themselves. Maybe you should’ve done research…

“Here,” the boy on the left of you spoke, adjusting your easel to your height.

“Oh-! Thank you, I didn’t-” you were cut off by the teacher's voice, who was standing on the platform in the middle of the room.

“I need a volunteer!” he yelled, voice authoritative and bellowing. “To be the painting subject.” When no one raised their hands, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before pointing at you.

“Come up, do a pose, and stand still.”

You stammered pathetically, red-faced. You already had stage fright; you couldn’t pose in front of a classroom of fifteen students! Standing anyway, you sucked in a breath, biting your bottom lip as you came to stand on the platform. The teacher has pushed a stool under you, forcing you to sit. He adjusted your pose with comically gentle hands, tilting your face up to catch the light.

“Begin painting!” He yelled, leaving the classroom to do whatever.

It was practically an hour of torture. Your neck was beginning to ache from tilting upwards for so long, and your hands were cramping from holding the chair tight so as not to fall off. Every time you moved even an inch, the students would sigh inwardly or groan quietly. It wasn’t your fault!

For once, you were thankful that the shrieking bell had rung, already moving off the platform with a stretch. You moved towards your easel, picking up your bag. “You’re a good subject,” the boy who adjusted your easel had spoken, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

“But, I didn’t finish. Would you mind maybe meeting up after classes end?”

You nodded slowly, trying to peek at his painting, but he was already covering it with the white cloth.

“Great! We’ll meet here again. I’m Noah, you?”

“[name].”

And he already left, waving at you with the back of his hand.

For third period… You hadn’t chosen anything, which Haysey had told you off for. You decided to explore the college, which was unexplainably large after all. What did they even hide in here?

Already wandering around, you gripped your backpack with both hands. Now, you know where the cafeteria is! Trailing around a corner, you had bumped into a hard chest, stumbling backwards a little upon impact.

“Careful, sunshine,” he spoke. It was Haysey, grabbing you by your forearm to prevent you from falling.

“Haysey? What’re you doing out of class?” you spoke, furrowing your brow as you steadied yourself.

“Looking for you. I know you didn’t have third period, so I skipped my class too. Lucky I found you, you want a drink?”

You nodded slowly as Haysey dragged you along by your arm to the cafeteria. The large dining hall was relatively empty, as most were in class. The staff were behind the counter, preparing the food for fourth period (lunch).

“Hey Haysey!” The dinner lady spoke, her crow eyes prominent at the side of her warm eyes. “This is your new obsession?” Her gaze raked over you.

What did she mean by that?

ℐunior ℋigh. | yandere!students x male!reader PT. 2

content warning: haysey being kind of a meanie ;(, noah and you splashing paint at each other, occult club happenings, yandere themes

authors note: this is a long one cuz i wanted each character to have special time! their obsessions with you are starting to show..(specifically haysey) chemistry classes' boy next chap!

word count: 1343

tag list: @leeiasure

Final period- already exhausted. Chemistry was your last class, a subject you wanted absolutely nothing to do with. You didn’t speak or let anyone speak to you. Instead, you dissociated, eyes fixed on the chalkboard.

You remembered your promises: join the occult club and model for Noah’s painting again. Peeling your forehead from the desk when the bell rang, you slung your bag over your shoulder and staggered out of class.

Pretty sure clubs begin at five, so you had enough time to meet up with Noah and have a little lunch break before joining the occult club with Jacob.

Rounding the corner, you bumped into someone once more. “Is this becoming our meeting, sunshine?” Of course, it was Haysey, with his stupid, sickening grin. He helped you up (as he should, he’s knocked you over twice now).

“Can’t talk, Hayes, I gotta be Noah’s sub-” you blabbered, not wanting to upset your new friend by being late.

“Who?” Haysey cut you off, his hand tightening around yours, still latching on from when he helped you up. “Ugh- my friend. I’ll just- see you around,” you sighed, managing to slide your hand out of his grip to walk to your art classroom.

Grumbling under your breath, you inhaled as you opened the classroom door, the sunset’s light already hitting your face from the large windows. “Noah?”

“Hey, pretty boy! Wonderin’ when you ‘bout to show up!”

You let out a smile. Noah was refreshing after being with Haysey practically all day. “Didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” you replied, voice melodic and sweet as it usually is. Noah shook his head, grabbing your bag to place it over his on the floor.

“I’ll help you get into position. You gotta be perfect,” he chuckled, already grabbing your hand to gently tug you along to the platform. His hands were gentle- soft. He tilted your chin with his thumb, eyes meeting yours. His warm, brown eyes matched his curly hair.

Now that you thought about it, basically everyone in this school was like hot as fuck. You fluttered your lashes as his hands trailed down to sit you on the stool, caressing your uniform and adjusting your blazer to sit exactly how it did when you previously sat there.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “T-The pose-” he stammered out, tips of his ears going red. You tried not to move, but let out a slight chuckle.

“Thank you, kind sir.”

All he did was smile, returning to his easel to gracefully pull off the white sheet covering it. You’d have to look at the painting later.

Luckily, finishing his painting didn’t take too long- only an hour. Which you thought wasn’t long anyway- you weren’t very experienced… It’s only four, so you have time before you have to leave for the occult club.

“Can I see? Can I see?” You giggled, feet already rushing ahead of you to stand. “Whoa-whoa-” Noah hushed, standing from his stool to stand in front of you and block your path. “Maybe… later. I’ve still got to paint the background.” His fingers tickled your nose, leaving a splodge of white paint on the tip.

“Hey!” You whined, rubbing at the paint. Your eyes wandered, dipping it in some undried paint on a left paint palette. Copying him, you swiped four fingers over his cheek.

“Oh, it’s on.”

From there on, you were both dramatically splashing each other with vibrant paint, getting it on your uniforms and faces. You giggled, face and blazer covered in paint. “I’ll have to get cleaned up. See you next class, Noah.”

He smiled, grabbed both your bags, and handed you yours. “See you around, pretty boy.”

You’d gotten to your dorm around half four, enough time to have a quick shower and dry your hair. Haysey was there, sat at his desk, working on what you assumed was his homework. “You have fun-” the words stopped leaving his mouth once he saw the state of you. With a sigh and a furrowed brow, he stood from his chair.

“How are you going to get this out of your blazer? Who did this to you?” Haysey spoke quickly, fingers dipping in the paint on your cheek in an attempt to get it off.

“It’s fine. You’re like my dad or something…” You muttered, walking away to throw your bag on your bed. “Noah and I were only playing.”

“That boy? It looks like he practically tortured you,” Haysey spoke, voice rising a little. “Get in the shower and give me your uniform. I’ll try to get it out.”

Reluctantly, you did as Haysey said and hopped into the shower. You’d have to dress in normal clothes; it’d be more fitting for the occult club anyway.

Room 109, room 109… You muttered to yourself, attempting to navigate the school’s winding corridors once more. You’d have to memorise them one day, hopefully.

Finally! It looked like Jacob’s dorm room, with a door similar to yours. You knocked with two knuckles, waiting awkwardly outside until Jacob let you in. “[name]! Come in!”

Jacob was a blonde boy with big brown eyes and plump, glossy lips. His lips were the first thing you noticed about him, and you had to stop yourself from staring sometimes. You nodded, walking in behind Jacob- it was his dorm room. But his was only a single.

“You don’t have a roommate?” You asked, tilting your head. “Roommates? I didn’t know this school did those,” Huh.

You laughed it off, scratching behind your neck. “So, where are the other members of your club?”

Jacob sheepishly grinned, playing with his hair. “About that… kinda… no one else joined.”

“W-Well, that’s okay!” You stammered. “I’ll try to get more to join next week or something. It can just be us two today if you want,” you smiled.

Jacob nodded frantically, rushing behind you to turn off the lights. It wasn’t that dark because the blinds were still open and the sun had only just set, so there was still an orange hue to the sky. “I present- the ouiji board!” Jacob ‘mysteriously’ spoke, hovering the thing in front of your face as if you’d wet your pants and run away.

“Uh-huh. And, do you know how to use that?” You pushed the board away, letting Jacob place it on his bed.

“Tch. I’m the one and only occult master, of course I do!” Jacob puffed his chest up. He looked around while rubbing his hands together like a knock-off villain, before unboxing the ouiji board. “So- uhm… do you wanna go first?” Jacob bit his bottom lip.

“You don’t know how to use it! I knew it!” You pointed, laughing. Jacob quickly put his hands up as if he was surrendering, shaking his head quickly. “I do-I do-”

The lights flickered on- and then off. You deadpanned at Jacob, folding your arms and rolling your eyes. “But you know how to do magic tricks?”

“W-What?! That wasn’t me, man-” the lights flickered again, making that iconic sound this time, like something from a horror game. Your brows raised, and you slowly backed onto Jacob’s bed to sit down. “So.. are we gonna die here?”

It happened once more, and Jacob had run out of the room. With a chuckle, you followed suit, but the corridor lights were on and doing fine. Weird.

“I’ll see you in biology, Jacob!” You yelled randomly, unaware of where he had run to before you slowly walked back to your own dorm.

With a yawn, you opened the door. You expected Haysey to still be at his desk, working on his homework. He just looked like the type of guy to be a nerd. But Haysey wasn’t there.

“Haysey?” you called out. You felt a hand on your lower back, and you jumped, turning around quickly. There Haysey was. “What’s up? Sorry, I just… nipped out for a second.”

“Oh, nothing, I guess.” You muttered, flopping on your bed with a huff. “I joined the occult club.”

“Oh, that thing? I know.”