Promise [Yandere!Azusa Mukami x Reader] Part 2Promise [Yandere!Azusa Mukami x Reader] Part 2 by Rainbow--Senpai
"Neh, Justin..." A soft, slow voice rang out through the otherwise dead silent classroom, echoing against the spotless floors and barren walls of the high school around it. A lone figure say in a desk among the rows of empty seats, tired gray orbs blankly staring out of the window to their side. It was night time as Azusa Mukami sat alone in a back classroom, as he did on many nights such as these. He was forced to go to night school, but it was rare that he actually attended class while there. Not unless a teacher caught him and forced him to, anyway. No, he'd much rather find a quiet, empty classroom to gaze out of a window in.
And talk to his cuts, of course.
"What do you think about...the moon?" His tone as drawn out and timid as usual, the turned vampire's light onyx gems watched the stars outside twinkle, the always present bandages on his arms pulled down to reveal his conversation partner. Now, this wasn't strange. No, not in any way. Well, not for
Nyo!BelarusxReader: My ObsessionNyo!BelarusxReader: My Obsession by Banshee-Scream
Your touch, your ways
Leave me dumb without reason
Your love, my cage
My prison so pleasing
I spend my days
Tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place
Resigned to be your fool
I thirst no longer
Drenching my soul
Pour out like water
You're my only infatuation
Don't leave me stranded
In my obsession
-Skillet My Obsession
"Please Belarus go away!" you shouted hiding behind you locked front door.
You could hear his nails scraping away at the wood of the door. It was only a matter of time before your Belarusian stalker got through the barrier between the two of you, "Niama!" [No] he shouted, "Come out _________, let's become one!"
Letting out a slight whimper you unconsciously gripped the knife in your hand tighter as you tried to get further and further into the corner. "Please please make it stop."
"________, this nasty door that is separating us is almost gone," with a loud crack the door flew off its hinges and there he stood. Nikolai Arlofsky; personification of Belarus, he w
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