Heartstuck Yandere. File under, "I swear this makes sense in context." But, if anyone wants to read a murderous little flash-fic:

"Noise.
There was always so. Much. Noise.

The bells would ring. The teachers would talk. The kids shouted in hallways. Music. Chatter. Footsteps. Birds. Scraping chalk. Heartbeats and humming air conditioners.

It fell around her like a cloak of wasps, buzzing in her ear, crawling over her skin. All the noise.

But, when HE talked, that was different, that was everything. Ever move of his, ever word made the noise worth it, made the rush and blur and sounds, sounds-

She shuddered. No, mustn’t cry, mustn’t cry.

She would sit in his class and bat her eyelids at him, trying to tell him how she felt, and he would just think she was flirting with him, and ruffle her hair affectionately. She remembered how all his sounds were soft. The quiet rush of his cape, his soft footsteps, his voice when he whispered… His hair always looked like flames, she thought, as the lantern in her hands dully flickered, casting variable shadows as she crept through the darkened halls

Silent. But for a footstep. Footstep. Footstep. The clicking of her shoes echoed, bouncing from door to door, no silence.

She wondered if /she/ would be there. The school might not like that. Except, teachers could do whatever they wanted. Like break hearts.

Footsteps. She jostled the hat on her head. Old school prop, a bit too big, his first gift to her.

“Keep it kid,” he had said, “You need a bit of Viking spirit in you. Be a bit bolder.” And he flashed that brilliant smile at her, and she flushed bright red.

He palms were hot just thinking about it. She readjusted her grip on the knife.

Footsteps. Then, she paused. This time, the silence echoed, bouncing from door to door and back in her face. It seemed thick enough to cut it with a knife. She was prepared for that.

She found out about /it/ in the fort, when he had cut that Kanaya girl. It was cushioned and close and he rested his head on her shoulder, and said how good a listener she was, and her heart went out that she couldn’t reassure him, couldn’t tell him it would be alright only stare at him sadly and bat her eyelids and he would ruffle her hair and smile sadly too. He dropped his phone

On the blinking screen, she caught glimpse of a text.
“Hey babe, U coming 2nite? >D”

There was no sound in those words. But the silence shattered her hopes.

But then every word from his mouth was poison. Every soft click of his heel pushing her towards the brink. She couldn’t say she loved him. She couldn’t tell him it was okay. She couldn’t tell him to stay with her, only her. She couldn’t tell her, HER, to go to Hell.

She had to have him.

If he wouldn't whisper words of love in her ears, he would never speak again.

A door clicked, and opened on unwilling hinges. The blade reflected the lantern’s light, throwing strange patterns against a biker helmet leaned against the wall. Forward, forward, towards the bed where he curled, his muffled breath’s slight sound like gunshots.

In one swift move, she dropped the lantern, the hollow brass ricocheting around the room, a cacophony of one note. She held him down, pried open his mouth. One hand on his chest, one hand on a knife, the steel point against his tongue, she blinked to him a message that he wouldn’t see, wouldn’t understand, and yet came clear through the blood and the darkness.

Don’t say another word. "