Disclaimer: I do not own Yandere Simulator, nor will I ever own it.

Warning: As my username implies, I was bored when I wrote this. Stories written by bored people can be weird as hell, as was probably the case with this. Also, the chapter contains a scene in the school shower room. If that warning didn't scare you off, then welcome to the story. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is loved.

It had been one day in the spring, when the future always seemed brightest.

How beautiful that day had been; the Sakura trees had blossomed pink in their perfection, songbirds were harmonizing in welcome of the coming year, and the red sun was just beginning to peek out across the horizon on its climb through the sky to the heavens above.

To any schoolgirl, it was the perfect time for a love confession.

To a yandere schoolgirl, it was much the same. Just with some other things as well. Things that may or may not involve blood, slaughter, and bouts of histrionic laughter.

Such were the thoughts of Ayano Aishi that morning, as she carefully slipped her katana into her locker for her to retrieve later. If anyone asked about it, she decided, she would tell them it was a prop for the Drama Club she had agreed to look after. Despite never showing an interest in the club. Because she was helpful like that. Yeah. Did that sound too shifty? Probably.

Oh, well. No matter. If anyone crossed her over it, she could cross them right back. With her blade. Along the throat. She imagined it would be a tad trickier for others to snitch on her to teachers without vocal chords.

Mess with the bull, you get the horns, after all.

But no murders right away. They were for later. Ayano was now an experienced player in the murder game, and she knew it well enough now to know that she would get nowhere if she just went senselessly stabbing anything in a skirt within a five metre radius of Senpai. No, even if it was extremely tempting, it would also be extremely foolish. No, she could not do that. No, to succeed in her task, she had to start small, and work her way up slowly.

Today was the same. Nothing too gory just yet. She would start small, then build upon it, only giving her murderous talents free reign later on. Besides, even she could appreciate a fine day when she saw one; no need to go ruining it before it begun.

Given her generously mild mood and careful strategy, Ayano (for a change) did not immediately snatch up a weapon upon sighting her beloved Senpai with that girl. Osana Najimi. Cutesy-pie-tsundere-not-long-for-this-world Osana Najimi.

Instead, she simply headed for the nearest sink.

Ayano's fingers wrenched at the tap like claws. The water came out in a steady stream, filling the bucket to the brim in under a minute. Gripping the edges in her hands, she carefully crept to the edge of the rooftop, eyes scanning the view that spanned out before her.

Ah, there they were. Senpai and lovey-dovey-oh-why-must-she-be-so-damn-pretty Osana Najimi.

Timing was everything though, Ayano's rational side pointed out to her. If she was going to rudely interrupt their conversation by dumping the contents of a wash bucket on them, she could at least wait for a good moment. She leaned further over. Strained her ears.

Not-fair-how-come-she-gets-to-be-with-Senpai Osana was speaking. Or rather, shouting. "You're always late like this!" she complained. "No matter what I do, you never show up on time! I've been wondering where you were this whole time!" Her cheeks pinked suddenly. "D-don't get the wrong idea; I wasn't worried about you or anything!" Then, under her breath, "… baka."

Senpai sighed good-naturedly. "I think you're the only one who's ever called someone late when they show up for school as early as this," he pointed out. "What is it, 7:15? Way too early."

"Yeah, well, maybe I had something important to say to you!"

"Oh? Do tell."

She fell silent. The rosy blush on her cheeks darkened. Became crimson red. "Well, that is…" She fumbled over her words. "The truth is…"

Aha! About to make a love confession, were you, ha-ha-in-your-face-I've-got-you-now Osana? Ayano smirked. Time to put a stop to that. With a deft, fluid movement, she flung the water over the edge. Closing her eyes, Ayano gleefully waited to hear Osana's yelp as the water hit her.

"Argh!"

Wait. That was Senpai's voice.

The bucket fell from Ayano's hands. Her mind reeled. Could it be that she had hit the wrong person? Scrambling over to the edge, she looked down to have her fears realised. Senpai was soaked to the skin, like a tall drowned rat, standing there shivering as a puddle formed around him, lapping at his feet.

"… Did someone really just throw water on me?"

Bile congealed deep in Ayano's gut and rose- it flooded her being and crawled up her windpipe, forcing her heart out into her mouth. She fell to the ground weakly, limply. Clutched at her lips as if she wished she could tear them from her face. It had gone irredeemably wrong. She, Ayano Aishi, had drenched her precious Senpai. She had caused him inconvenience. She had upset him. Choking back an anguished howl, she curled into a foetal ball and began manically rocking to and fro across the floor.

"Why would someone do this?" Came Osana's voice from below. "Never mind. There's no way you can go to class looking like that. You need to go get washed up."

The world halted. Ayano blinked as her brain replayed those words. Senpai. Was going to wash up. Go to the boys' shower room. Which would involve. Him. Taking all his clothes off.

Suddenly, Ayano's day was looking up. Could… could I get away with a sneaky peek?

Well. Well. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to try. Yes, it was perverted. Yes, it was an impulse- a thing she had taught herself to ignore to preserve her chances with him. Yes, it was completely and utterly stupid and not thought through at all.

But Ayano was tired of chasing Senpai with no success. Even if just once, she wanted this. She wanted to take a chance and damn the risks. Oh, she wanted –

To see Senpai in the flesh. Literally, in the flesh.

It was a dream too wild and too wicked for her to have even contemplated. Had she entertained the idea yesterday, she would have dismissed it as impossible. And now, it was seriously about to happen.

A shudder seized her body. Ayano felt something kindling in her chest, and this time it was not bile. Something deeper, something primeval and wonderful and almost too intense for her to bear. She could hardly keep still. It was all she could do not begin erratically twitching, as she was prone to doing whenever swept up in strong emotion.

Then a sigh sounded, snapping her from her thoughts at once. Senpai.

He sounded... sad?

That could not be right. After all, Senpai was the singular most wonderful thing to have graced the planet. Nay, the entirety of the cosmos. So what was there for Senpai to be sad about? For the life of her, Ayano could not figure it out. She just did not know.

Then again, she did not really know anything about Senpai. Sure, she had been his stalker ever since the school year started, but not once had she unveiled any particularly intimate secrets. Somehow, the boy had remained to her a complete unknown. An enigma. A mystery that was just waiting to be investigated and solved. Because she wanted to unravel and talk to and discover him. She wanted to know him.

I can know him now.

It was that desperate longing that gave Ayano the final push she needed to look.

There he was, bathing himself in all his glory, though the lazy flumes of steam cloud shielded everything beneath the waist from view. Ayano did not care. Her breath was already stolen. He was so beautiful. More than she had ever imagined. His skin was incredibly soft-looking, and very lightly tanned, as if the sun itself had kissed it. Though his build was not sturdy or terribly strong in appearance (he was more lanky, really), she could see that there was some muscle in the right places. A gasp ripped from her throat. She could feel her soul igniting. Her nerves were aflame and she leaned closer still. Blood roared in her ears as her heart smashed against her ribcage like a hammer on an anvil. Burning with delight, she moved even closer.

Yet as her eyes strained to see more, she could not but notice something.

Swelling. A small yet bizarre lump of skin swelling that spanned across the top of Senpai's torso- not far from the heart- as he washed himself. Curious. Moreover, there was an identical mound on the other side. So strange it was, it made her jaw fall. But as she kept looking, it slowly started to make sense.

All fell into place. The beauty. The soft skin. The lack of muscle. The fact that until today, she had never known anything personal about Senpai.

Her gasp cracked into a cry.

Senpai whipped around, eyes flashing. "H-hey! Who's there!?"

Ayano could not reply. There was nothing she could think to do but run. Get away. Get out the room. Even the sound of Senpai's yells in her ears could not arrest her. She could not even hear them. She was aware of nothing; the school could have been destroyed that instant and she would not have noticed. Only one resounding, nonplussed thought remained in her head.

Senpai... is trans?!