#3:00 AM NO EDITS OR PROOF READING. IT'S A DEVILS HOUR FIC

[suusoh]

(tw: yandere themes, sadomasochism, johan being a bastard.)

"Oh god, leave me alone Johan." you shakily voice out. Swallowing down the lump in your throat that your nerves refuses to push down. "You're... y-you're gonna do something weird with me I can feel it."

Johan's soft and almost peaceful gaze continues to stare at you.

The gentle smile, the one that politely charms everyone on campus who's laid eyes on him, continues to rest on his lips. But for a split second, a different sort of mirth flickers in his eyes before it gets blinked away.

"That's an interesting observation..."

He softly muses. Pondering for a bit, which seems redundant since his voice holds a certain type of awareness.

"... I do brush off as... weird at times. Don't I?"

He looks to you again, waiting, drinking in your expression before you can finally give a proper response. He usually keeps his distance, his presence alone should suffice to subdue you into a nervous and slightly agitated mess... but he wants to observe all of this more fully. A want growing within him to see you up close and personal, a closer look at how your mind will grasp at handling this uncertain situation with him.

He takes a step closer to you.

"B-back off!"

You shakily bark at him, eyes desperately searching all around you for an exit, and escape in any form.

Your warning doing nothing as Johan continues to walk calmly towards you. He takes his time, slightly endeared with the small show of you scrambling around the dead end you're already in, there's no one around so you can't even use someone else's presence to get you out of this situation socially. He watches it all patiently, even until you eventually fold into yourself once you realise you're at a loss.

As he reaches you, he brings his hands to slowly hold onto your wrists. Not minding your soft whimpers and stubbornness as you try to make yourself ball up, body hunching over in an effort to shield your hands away from him. He continues to keep his gentle grasp on your hands, handling it in what feels like a guiding manner.

He doesn't really use any of strength or force in his grip to keep you still— he sees that issue's already been more than taken care of by the near nervous breakdown you're having.

You still shakily confront him with whatever remnants of bravado you have, as a last ditch effort.

"I-I don't know what you want from me, I know everyone else at university thinks you're some nice guy..."

you breathe in.

"—but I know how much of a creep you really are Johan Liebert! Don't think I haven't noticed all the weird ways you act around when almost no one's looking."

An unexpected shiver runs down Johan's spine from hearing that but he keeps himself still. He's so pleasantly curious. He uses this thumb to lightly rub against the skin of your inner wrist.

"Mhm, so you see me as a creep then... " he hums softly, "What else?"

You can't help but tilt your head a bit. Slight confusion overriding your current nervousness.

"W- what?"

Johan just smiles before he asks again softly, but there is a certain sort of airiness in his voice upon speaking.

"I said... what else?"

You notice the slight breathlessness from his tone, the slight hitch in it is subtle... but still not subtle enough to go unnoticed. You try to register what you can about it for a few seconds before your face morphs into dreadful realization at what's happening.

You begin to thrash from his hold. Using your shaky legs to try and break yourself free and make a run for it, but all it ever does is make you nearly collapse onto the hard floor. Johan tenderly holds you closer against him in order to prevent your fall. You clench your eyes tightly to avoid looking at him and to stop the tears already threatening to spill from you.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck- let me go, let me fucking go!" you sob out. "you're so gross. Oh my god. You're weird Johan. Get off me, you're fucking gross!"

"I am quite gross, yes." he let's out a soft laugh.

"Ah... you probably think I'm a freak too, don't you? I would like to hear you say it, if you will..."

There's something about being you calling him all those names that strikes both a chord and a match inside him. He leans down closely, observing the tears glistening down your cheeks, relishing in the alluring sight in front of him.

"Y-you're so... you're s-so sic—"

"Sick."

Johan can't hold back the small excited smile slowly tugging at the corners of his mouth anymore. "How astute of you, I really am... I truly am sick aren't I?"

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't quite surprised with his own growing excitement, but he quickly accepts it. Wanting nothing more but to keep exploring this new... development of his. He softly murmurs into you.

"What more do you want to call me, (name)? Go on, don't be shy, I'm sure you've noticed far more than most of the people here, hm?"

He feels his body almost involuntarily lean in towards you. Slowly, slowly, giving in to his urge to muzzle his face with yours, his lips lightly tracing the trail of tears on your cheeks, taking note of the salty taste.

"You can tell me... please, do tell me. You must also think I'm disgusting, don't you? Well come on, allow me to hear it..."

His lips smile softly into the wet skin of your puffy cheeks and he moves, guiding your body even closer to him. His hold on your wrist from earlier smoothly rubs up all the way to your palm, before eventually intertwining his fingers with yours.

"...Tell me I'm disgusting (name)... go on... say it..."

Johan sighs softly, cradling your head under his chin.

He wonders how long before you start calling him a pervert.