( Yandere Reverse Harem X Reader)A YANDRE AMONG US

Chapter 11: Luka's Lies

After getting ready and having my breakfast, I made my way to classes, navigating the familiar paths of the campus. The halls were quiet, with most students occupied in their lectures.

The classes dragged on, each hour feeling longer than the last as I struggled to stay focused amidst the monotony of lectures and note-taking. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, signaling the start of a break before the next set of classes.

Grateful for the respite, I wandered around the campus, enjoying the tranquility of the empty pathways. As I strolled, my gaze fell upon a statue of an angel, its graceful form frozen in an unusual pose. The angel appeared to be fallen, with a look of shock and sadness etched upon her stone face.

I couldn't recall seeing this statue before. Had it been recently erected, or had I simply overlooked it in my previous walks around the campus? The posture of the angel intrigued me, and I found myself pondering its significance.

Could this fallen angel symbolize something deeper, I wondered? Was it meant to convey a message, perhaps about the fragility of innocence or the inevitability of downfall? Or was I simply reading too much into it, grasping at meaning where none existed?

Lost in thought, I failed to notice the approaching footsteps until I turned and saw Luka standing nearby, his gaze fixed intently upon the statue. His wavy hair danced in the breeze, adding to the ethereal atmosphere surrounding him.

"Hello, Luka," I said, trying to draw his attention away from the statue.

He didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the fallen angel. Concerned, I took a step closer to him, intending to ask if everything was okay. But as I approached, he suddenly whirled around, his breathing rapid and his expression startled.

"What's wrong, Luka?" I asked, taken aback by his reaction.

He seemed to relax a little, though his eyes still held a hint of unease. "It's nothing," he replied, his voice a little shaky. "I was just surprised, that's all."

His response didn't entirely reassure me. It seemed like there was more going on beneath the surface, something he wasn't telling me. But before I could press him further, he spoke again.

"The statue must have captivated you a lot," I remarked, trying to steer the conversation away from whatever had just happened.

Luka nodded, though his gaze remained fixed on the fallen angel. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I studied him for a moment, noting the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow. Whatever he was feeling, it seemed to run deep, stirring something within him that he couldn't quite articulate.

As we continued to look at the statue, I couldn't help but occasionally glance at Luka. His intense focus on the fallen angel intrigued me, and I wondered what thoughts were swirling behind those furrowed brows.

The breeze picked up, gently tousling Luka's wavy hair and revealing a small dent in the middle of his forehead. It was a curious detail, one that I hadn't noticed before. I made a mental note to ask him about it later, though I doubted he would offer any explanation.

Just then, a voice broke through the silence, and we turned to see the principal approaching.

"Good afternoon, my children," he greeted us with a warm smile.

"Good afternoon, Father," we replied in unison.

His gaze followed ours to the fallen angel statue. "My, where did that statue come from? I don't remember commissioning for a statue," he remarked, furrowing his brow in confusion.