A continuation of Yandere Hanamiya vs Yandere Aomine please?
He had been watching the two of you, feeling sick to his stomach that you were smiling at the pale skinned brute. Deep in his heart, Aomine knew that you didn’t belong with Hanamiya; you were simply blinded by all his lies that spilled from his lips with every word he spoke. Every syllable that he uttered was laced with poison, Aomine was sure, and it was polluting your brain into thinking that he was suitable.
Still, Aomine couldn’t just walk up to the both of you and demand for you to come with him instead. No matter how much he wanted to just grab your hand and take you away. No matter how much he needed to just lock you in his room where only he would be able to see your beautiful face. He couldn’t just do that.
Not yet at least.
So instead he waited and watched, biding his time for the perfect opportunity to sway you over to his side instead. One day you’d see; you love him just as much as he loves you.
Hanamiya knew that there was somebody watching the two of you; he could feel a tingle in his spine that told him so. He knew it was that tanned skinned freak, the one he’d fought with on occasion over you. Of course, he chose to ignore the feeling, not wanting to alert you to anything wrong going on in the slightest.
Not that you’d notice anyway, too preoccupied with how awkward you felt on your date with him.
Hanamiya knew all the smiles you gave him were forced, mere grimaces as you tried to pretend you were having a good time. It didn’t matter to him though; you’d already been tangled in the little web he’d laid out for you and by the end of the night, you’d be all his for the taking.
Now all he had to do was convince you to get in his car.