How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 1
I.
Unpleasant eyes followed Leticia. She hadn’t yet noticed who they belonged to.
“Leticia… He’s staring at you again!”
“What? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“With my vision? I’m telling you, he was definitely looking at you!”
At Richelle’s words, Leticia turned her head to the left. Where her gaze landed, a man wearing dull black clothes that didn’t fit his body was sitting upright on a bench.
It was as if the air around him had grown heavy, like he was in a different world, all alone.
“See? He’s looking at you, right?”
Leticia’s expression turned sour at Richelle’s question. The heavy atmosphere seemed like it might spread to her, making her feel uneasy.
She only glanced briefly, but it felt like she met eyes hidden within his messy hair, so she quickly turned her head away. Then, she consciously avoided looking in the direction of the bench.
“Yeah… it seems like it.”
His hair was so overgrown that it hid his eyes, and his glasses were so thick that it was impossible to tell the color of his eyes.
And the man, wearing clothes much larger than his own body, was Vallon, the official outcast of Arvata Academy.
His hair obscured his eyes, so it was difficult to tell where he was looking exactly, but Leticia had a strong feeling that it was at her.
Vallon’s creepy gaze definitely made her uncomfortable. Lately, Leticia had been trying to avoid him.
“Richelle, let’s get out of here.”
Feeling like his eerie gaze was still on her, Leticia quickly walked away to a place where Vallon’s unsettling stare couldn’t reach her.
Vallon, who had been sitting motionless like a mannequin, turned his head in the direction Leticia was walking. He persistently followed her with his eyes until her flowing blonde hair disappeared from his sight.
Even at that moment, Vallon’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.
“I told you that guy’s creepy and to stay away! You think he’s an outcast for no reason?”
Richelle finally relaxed once they reached a place where Vallon was no longer in sight. She put her hands on her hips and snapped at Leticia.
“I just helped him once, that’s all.”
Leticia had only helped him once when he was being bullied.
It happened too directly in front of her to ignore, and on top of that, she had made eye contact with Vallon, so she couldn’t just walk away from the situation.
“It might not have meant much to you, but it seems like that one time was intense for a guy like him. I think he’s completely fallen for you!”
“Please, don’t say such awful things. It’s making me nauseous.”
Leticia frowned deeply, recalling Vallon’s gloomy and ominous appearance, as if a dark cloud had settled over him.
“From now on, just pretend you don’t know him, okay?”
“Okay, I will.”
Leticia had no intention of getting any closer to Vallon. Helping him once by chance was all there was to it. There was no need for Richelle to make such a big deal out of it.
“Seriously, Vallon is… something about him is just… I don’t know, beyond being dark and dreary, he’s scary. I feel like he might hurt you!”
“There are so many people at the academy. What’s he going to do to me? Don’t worry, Richelle.”
Still, Leticia couldn’t completely dismiss Richelle’s concern. Vallon did give off a dangerous vibe, which was one of the reasons he had become an outcast.
No one wanted to get close to someone so mysterious and suspicious. Vallon didn’t seem to want to socialize with anyone, either. It was as if he preferred being alone.
Leticia hadn’t disliked Vallon from the beginning.
When she first helped him, she had only thought of him as a pitiful and unfortunate classmate.
Was it a mistake to have helped him? Though she had wanted to lend a hand, she had never intended to befriend him or get closer.
Did Vallon misunderstand her intentions?
Maybe his pride was hurt because of her help. Vallon hadn’t asked for her assistance, after all, and it might have made him feel uncomfortable.
‘Is that why he keeps glaring at me so intensely?’
This has been happening ever since her encounter with Vallon three weeks ago.
