Guilty! M! Yandere (Pierce) x Kind! Reader
Yandere type: Guilty, Soft, Obsessive
Reader is gender nuetral
When he first met you, he could hardly breathe. You simply enter the same room as him, as per normal, and suddenly he notices you for the very first time- And the whole world stops for a moment, Pierce's friends' voices drowned out by the thunder of his heart as the only thing he could see, the only thing that mattered in that moment, was you. And surrounded by the white noise, he forgot how to breathe- How to be human. In that moment, all he was could be boiled down to that thrumming heartbeat- an obsession inspired.
From that day on, he could hardly manage to retain his composure around you, although he did his best. On some level, he knew just how weird and creepy you might find it if you happened to look over and see such a wide eyed freak all but drooling at your presence- so they contain it as best they can.
He reminded himself to breathe when your presence emptied his head and shifted it into manual gear. He did their best to manage all of his body language and mannerisms so he could seem normal. He did so good at pretending to be normal, pretending not to be obsessed from afar-
But then, one day, due to a seating chart change, he is placed right beside you.
He nearly died when he walked into class that day, your beautiful face beaming at him from across the room- You knew him? You knew his name? You- You knew him? Really?
As he walked over to join you, it was like time moved in slow motion. He was hyperaware of every bone in his body, every joint, every muscle- His legs wobbled like wet spaghetti, he couldn't breathe, and suddenly he was standing right in front of you, and you were talking to him.
"-m Y/N, although I'm sure you already knew that- I've just never spoken to you directly so I figure introductions are in order, right?"
He blinked a bit, nodding dazedly. "Right- Uh- That- That sounds fine by me-" He visibly swallowed, taking all of his focus to string words together coherently instead of getting lost in those big beautiful eyes, forgetting to breathe- "I'm Pierce. Just- Uh- Just like the board says."
He cringed internally at how stiff that must have sounded.
"Its a pleasure to meet you, Pierce!" You smiled up at him, and he was suddenly all too aware of the fact that he was still standing. He managed to take his seat, his heart thrumming at how close you were.
"The pleasure is- Ahem- The pleasure is all mine, r-really." He smiled at you, his eyes darting back down to the desk and around the room, afraid of making too much eye contact and coming off oddly.
As the students around you both settled into their seats and your teacher began instructing them, Pierce struggled to follow, his senses rather preoccupied with a few things- Namely, that with you sitting right next to him, so close like this, that he could practically smell you. So close that, should he relax his shoulders just enough, they would brush yours. And as the teacher droned on the background, it was so, so hard to focus when he could hear you breathing, when he could almost imagine your heartbeat, in sync with his own.
When you turned to him, he nearly choked, coming out of his momentary daze to find you sparking conversation.
"Do you wanna be partners? For the project- I would ask someone else, but I dont really know anyone else in this class.." You smile sheepishly, and he just about combusts.
"S-Sure." He nodded. He didn't know what you were talking about, but he was absolutely not going to pass on a chance to spend time with you- even if he wasn't 100% certain he could survive it. "..I- um- I'm really sorry, would you mind catching me up to speed..? I kinda zoned out when she was explaining.."
"Oh- No problem! To start-" You were so kind.
He didn't deserve you as a partner. He would just hold you back- Even now, as you so graciously reiterated your instructor's words to him, he could barely focus on anything but your eyes, and those pretty lips- He was disgusting, wasn't he?
Somehow, he managed to exchange numbers with you and coordinate to meet at your house after class. He didn't know how he did it, how he didn't pass away in the process- You looked so cute when you asked him to enter his number into your phone. If only his hands hadn't shaken while he put it in- God, he hoped he put it in right.
When class got out, Pierce nearly forgot to grab his bag- the only thing on his mind being your meeting. His head swirled with thoughts of what your room might be like, all your cute decorations pertaining to your interests (he knew them oh so well, from eavesdropping), and wherever you put your clothes... He really was vile. He had no right to enter your doors. And yet.. Now that he had the chance, it felt impossible to pass it up.
As you led him to your house, he memorized the route, engraining its path in his mind and pinning its destination on his phone once you arrived. For future meetings, of course. Nothing more.
When he entered your room, it was chemical warfare - an entire space, all covered in your scent.. All your own, entirely you. God, he could almost get drunk off that scent- He wondered how harshly you would judge him if you knew the way he behaved when you went to the bathroom. Huffing your pillow like his life support. His fingers twitching uncontrollably until he opened your closet, snatching a pair of unmentionables from the laundry pile inside. How he pocketed the popsicle stick and chewed pencil from the top of your desk. God, you would hate him, wouldn't you? You'd kick him out of your home for misconduct, maybe even report him to the principal and file a restraining order- He didn't know what he would do if such a thing came to pass. He didn't know how he'd live with himself if you hated him.
And yet, when you came back, blissfully unaware of his actions, you gazed upon Pierce as if he was an angel- Or maybe rather like you were an angel, and Pierce was bathed in the holy light of your radiance, glowing by proximity. He would give anything for such a fate- The role of priest at your altar, the lone worshipper in your church of purity.. How his hands tainted your golden robes as he clung to them. You looked at him so kindly nonetheless, and like an angel, he fell from grace- only for you.
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