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You never had someone pique your interest quite like him. Girls hate him, guys pick on him, but somehow he is perfect to you. Hazamada, the boy in your class that really had no defining traits, he’s short, annoying to everyone around him and a pervert. Though, you might be just as weird as him, if not weirder.
Another normal day at school, you sit nowhere near Hazamada in class so you’re forced to admire him from across the class. You’re quite reserved during school and around your friends, constantly bugging you about things like boyfriends and crushes. The bells sounds for lunch and your friends start surrounding your table as you hum to yourself.
“Hey, care to tell me who you have a crush on?” your friend playfully nudges you, a smirk plastered across her face.
As much as you’d like to profess your love about Hazamada to your friends, they all dislike him and would probably make fun of you if you even uttered his name in their direction. You always opted to say you had a crush on the same popular guy every time, just to quickly move topics.
“My crush hasn't changed, you already know it’s Josuke.” you replied, not even batting an eye.
“Urrghh everyone says that…” your friend sighed in response, “It would be nice to have a little variety.”
“But don't you like him too?” you eyed her, wondering why she was complaining.
“Uh, yeah, but that’s not the point.”
You fear your friends wouldn’t be able to handle the things you’d do just to spend time with Hazamada. They say they’d love variety until it’s the weird incel guy in your class.
You continue the day as usual, waiting for the end of the day when you become a completely different person. As soon as the bell rings you stay behind to allow your greasy haired crush walk himself home, so you can follow behind. Your days are always like this, stalking the boy you love because there’s no chance you’d be able to get close to him during school. Knowing his address, his daily routine, his everything… that’s not weird right? You don’t think so at least.
Hazamada stops at his usual spot, a magazine store to pick up some porno magazines. It doesn’t surprise you since you’ve already been stalking him for god knows how long. You smile to yourself as you enter the store, silently following him. Occasionally, you’ll be able to stand next to him as you pretend to browse magazines. To you, it really is the best feeling being able to be so close to him, even if he doesn’t acknowledge you. Sometimes he’ll even shout at you to move out of the way which really makes you blush. You practically follow him home every day, you’re honestly surprised he doesn’t notice but that doesn’t matter. Once he gets home you silently say your goodbyes as you return to your own home, wishing you could see what his room is like, if it’s as disgusting and filthy as his clothes and hair. You’d really love to smell the musk of his long and tangled hair, which probably hadn’t been washed in a week, but you could only dream.
You were greeted at the door by your parents, they never questioned the fact that you came home late every day as you’d mentioned that you’d joined the student council and would have to stay late. Though, you know deep down you only joined as an excuse to be able to stay out to follow Hazamada for longer. After all, you don’t even think you’ve attended any council meetings. Going up the stairs to your room, you lock the door behind you and immediately flop onto your bed, smiling to yourself as you stare at the folder of blurry pictures of Hazamada you’ve gathered on your phone. Scrolling through each one you let at small giggles once in a while, tossing and turning in your bed as you examine every photo, until you’d fall asleep.
Waking up refreshed and excited to see your long haired crush, you hastily got ready and within a few minutes you were already out the door, purposefully taking the long way to school, hoping you’d catch a glimpse of Hazamada before class of which you usually did. Most of the time you were late to school because Hazamada had a habit of never showing up on time. This would affect your school life but you knew it was all worth it. You were especially excited today as you knew you’d have to do a three week long project with another person, and you were hoping with all your heart that you’d be paired with Hazamada. Sitting down, you could barely stay still in your seat as your teacher announced the pairs you’d be working in.
Finally, it was your turn to be paired. There were still two other people besides Hazamada you could be paired with.
“Let’s see… you’ll be paired with Hazamada.” you looked for Hazamada across the room and he looked unbothered as usual, his head resting on his hand as he scoffed. You could hear small snickers from your friends beside you.
“Unlucky… I really wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. If you don’t survive we’ll know why.” your friend whispered to you as she patted you on the back. You let out a small sigh in disappointment, giving the impression you really resented the idea of being paired with him, but inside you knew you were bouncing off the walls excited. You finally had an excuse to hang around Hazamada without being judged too much, and since it was a large project you’d be able to stay with him outside of school and maybe even go to his house. The pairs in your class all moved to sit close to each other and so did you. This was the first time you’d be able to see him face to face and you were really able to take in every part of him. His nose was stubby and crooked, hair as greasy as ever, dark undereyes. This is the man you know you love and you wanted more.
“So… any ideas for the stupid project?” Hazamada spoke up, after very clearly staring at your chest.
You stuttered for a moment, snapping out of your daydreams, “Y- Yes, I was thinking we could meet up regularly to discuss it?”
“And why do we have to do that?”
“I mean… you want to stay updated on the project right?”
“I guess.”
You hadn’t realised you’d been holding your breath the entire time and finally exhaled. Your heart was practically beating in your ears as you felt a small blush cross your face.
“Uhm, so,” never in your life had you felt so nervous. He had been staring at your chest with every chance he could get and it really started to get to you, “maybe I could have your number so we could talk about the project?”
“Give me your phone.” he demanded, to which you handed it over without a second thought, trying to look over at the screen as he typed his number in.
“Just don’t bother me.”
“Of course.”
The bell sounded once again, signalling the end of school. Hazamada almost immediately hopped out of his chair, heading home. For once, you headed home straight away, quickly going to your room and flopping onto your bed. You opened your phone and went to message him.
Hii, your partner for the project from school btw :)
yeah ik i literally put my number on ur phone
man you’re slow
You stared at the message for a moment, a smile once again creeping onto your face.
Was just wondering, we could maybe meet up tmrw (saturday) at the cafe near school to talk about it?
u don’t need to tell me the day i’m not stupid
clearly we’re not gonna finish this project with how much of an idiot u r
but fine its wtvr
Does 2pm sound good?
yh
kay message you tmrw!! :D
[seen]
You stared at the chat once again as you watched him go offline. You blushed to yourself, that feeling in your stomach building up again, excited for tomorrow.
Yawning, you stretch before reaching for your phone to message Hazamada.
Morning :3 we’re still meeting today right?
[seen]
Left on read, you still decided to get up anyways. You purposefully pick one of your nicest outfits for him. Specifically, you pick out a dress that really pushes your chest up, hoping you can catch him staring, the thought of it excites you. Checking your makeup one last time before you leave you head to the cafe.
The time is around 2:30 and Hazamada hasn’t shown up yet. You begin to fidget in your seat, staring at the empty one in front of you, before you recognise the short black haired man in the distance. Eagerly, you wave to him, to which he rolls his eyes, clearly agitated and frankly, you know he doesn’t want to be here. Hazamada is wearing an anime girl shirt that would definitely make any other person cringe at the sight of it, and black shorts. He sat down in the seat opposite you, eyeing you down in your dress before resting his eyes on your cleavage once more. You felt his gaze linger on some areas which really riled you up. Something had been weighing on your mind the entire time, you know it had only been a day since you had gotten his number and started talking outside of school, but, you’d really like to tell him how you feel. It feels as if you’ve been in a relationship with him this entire time, with how you’ve been stalking him for years, a confession would actually be the most normal thing you’ve done. Despite following him everyday, you still feel nervous, trying to muster up the courage to even speak to him.
After a long awkward conversation, specifically about your project, you find yourself staring at him more often, to which he doesn’t particularly like. Despite this, he still takes every opportunity to eye you up and down, eyes always landing on your cleavage. Your mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts, inhaling his musky scent and feeling his long, jet black hair between your fingertips. Finally, you break the awkward silence.
“Hazamada, I'd like to discuss something with you if you don’t mind?”
His gaze immediately shifted to yours and he held the silence for a moment before speaking,
“What is it?” he spat, clearly disinterested.
You took a deep breath in, holding it there in your throat. With your palms sweaty and your eye contact with him wavering, you decide to dish out the big question.
“Well, for a while now i’ve admired you a lot and—“
“You’ve ADMIRED me? Did someone dare you to say that?” his brow furrowed, clearly not pleased, but you continued nonetheless.
“I’ve just really wanted to tell you this but I never really found the opportunity… Hazamada, I really like you.”
“Are you serious? You’re just making all this shit up aren’t you?” he slammed his fist on the table, did he not believe you?
“I’m serious!! Why would I lie about something like that?”
He stood up from his seat, leaning towards you over the table, you blushed, the distance between you slowly getting smaller as he spat profanities in your direction, “Cuz every girl in this school is a bitch, including you. If you wanna sit here and lie to my face, I'll cut your tongue out.”
You didn’t feel scared at all, in fact, all this was exhilarating for you. He had leaned over the table to grab the back of your hair in a bunch, forcefully pulling you over the table too. Shoving a box cutter in your face. Hazamada stilled, examining you. Despite this, you weren’t scared, practically unfazed and he noticed. He inched the cutter a little closer as he spoke.
“Do you really mean that?”
“I do.”
Hazamada let out a loud scoff as he released his grip on you. “We’re done here, don’t ever say that shit to me again.” he scowled, burying his hands in his pockets as he left. Watching him as he walked away, you were unsure if he knew that you really meant what you said. Just then, you’d felt something graze you, as if something were laying its hands on you. Whipping your head around, you don’t see anyone behind you, weird, you could’ve sworn you felt something. Brushing it off, you stand up and head home yourself, smiling as that moment where you were threatened replayed in your mind. To be at his mercy is all you ever wanted.
Hazamada headed home, locking himself in his room, mumbling to himself. He thought about what had transpired today, specifically what you had told him. No girl had ever said that to him and actually meant it. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on his bed, staring up at the stained ceiling. Hazamada sighed as he manifested his stand, Surface. His stand ability allowed him to replicate another person and have them under his control, so long as the stand would touch the target. He sat up on the edge of his bed, facing the wooden mannequin before him as it morphed into a familiar face, his partner for the group project. He stood up, examining every inch of his stand as it stood still, wearing the same dress that you had worn to the cafe today.
“That girl… it’s not like she’s even pretty…” he scoffs, looking up at his stand. Again, he eyes his stand up and down, touching it, what’s supposed to be you. Surface moves around him, going to sit on his bed, the bed creaking as it does. Hazamada follows after it, Surface mimics you perfectly, every curve, every imperfection is copied perfectly and he can’t find it in himself to stop staring. He inches towards you, the sheets underneath the both of you melting under the weight. You instinctively lie back into the bed as Hazamada crawls over you, his breathing faltering as he did. You cup his face as he hovers over you, his hair drooping onto your face as you watch a small blush creep up on his face.
“You didn’t mean what you said, did you?” he mutters under his breath, to which Surface doesn’t respond. Continuing to smile at him, deep pink hues paint your face, slowly pulling him closer. The only sound that could be heard was Hazamadas shaky breathing, as he melted into your touch. He embraced it for a moment, sighing as he inched towards your face. His usually furrowed eyebrows relaxed, gently taking your hands and holding them above your head. Surface continued to look at Hazamada with a face flushed with crimson hues, turning its head to the side to avoid his gaze, exposing its neck. Hazamada released his grip on your hands, slowly tracing them back down, his fingers grazing your face before landing on your neck.
Suddenly, Hazamada grabbed your neck with considerable force, causing you to desperately claw at his hands. He breathed heavily as his grip tightened on his stand, before sliding his hand into his pocket to reach for his box cutter. Surface mimicked the sound of asphyxiation as it continued to grab at Hazamada in a panic. He pressed the blade against your skin, slowly applying pressure. The blade scraped against hardwood, scratches appearing on the surface. He had seemingly forgotten that the illusion of you was still his stand, Surface. Disappointed, he scowled, drawing back his blade and tossing it onto his nightstand. The tight grip on Surface’s neck loosened before he removed his hands completely.
“On your front, hurry up.” you continued to cough underneath him, face pale and bangs stuck to your skin. Weakly, you turned onto your side, and eventually your front. Your face was buried in the pillows, your ass in the air in front of him. You squirmed under him as he began to slowly hike your dress up your body, exposing you to him. Kicking his pants off himself, he grabbed your hips, feeling them for a moment before moving your panties to the side. He spread your lips with his thumb before lining himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock bumping you as if he were teasing. You huffed underneath him, still not saying a word you stilled as you felt him shove himself into you, bottoming out in one motion. Hazamada sighed as he began to move, the sensation was practically addicting to him. His movements began to hesitate after a while, before coming to a stop as he finished inside of you, making sure to only pull out once he was finished. Surface’s illusion began to fall apart before reverting back to a wooden mannequin and disappearing completely.
Sweaty and spent, Hazamada lay down, turning towards his nightstand as he caught his breath. Just then, a buzz came from his phone, the screen lighting up for a moment before going dark again. He reached for his phone and saw the messages you had sent him, slowly typing his reply.
You were getting worried, Hazamada hadn’t replied to any of your messages. Did you mess up over your confession? Did he really not believe you? You set your phone down as you thought of the worst, pulling your blanket over yourself. After a few minutes, you heard a buzz from your phone and immediately picked it up. It was Hazamada.
Hiii
Did you get home safe? Sorry about today
Did you fall asleep?
I didn’t say anything, did I??
Hazamadaaaa
Sorry if I said something
shut up I don’t care about what u said
i know it’s not true anyways
?
u said u liked me, it’s not true
I already told you that I do
Why do you not believe me?
say that again and i’ll block u
i don’t fucking care about u
stop messaging me abt it
Sorry
[seen]
You set your phone down on your nightstand as you turned the other way. He doesn’t understand how you feel. Maybe he doesn’t even like you. You covered your face with your hands in frustration, dragging them down your face with a loud sigh. You wished you could just disappear, the thought of the one you’ve loved for so long not loving you back practically crushed you, a weight you couldn’t possibly bear for the rest of your life. You wanted him and only him, there was no one else you wanted, no one else you needed. Thoughts flooded your head, slowly lulling you into a deep sleep.