#yan sim ayano aishi

[stingywiththeirusername]

Mutuality (Dark Taro Yamada AU)

“Opening Chapter”

(Author's Note: This came from an idea from a Gacha Youtube called ""Senpai, Ayano keeps stalking you." | Yandere Simulator | Yandere Taro AU? | Gacha Meme" by Vquira of which I put my idea in the comment section and decided to do a short one-shot about it since I need to do something to feel productive no matter what to procrastinate on my school works so rip. I don’t really keep up much with the news about Yandere Simulator other than he update videos, AUs, concept videos, and Kubz Scout’s videos so I only write here just to let out some creativity and inspiration.

Here is the original comment: Honestly this is more interesting. Like Ayano, Taro also doesn't feel much emotions but unlike her, he can mask his emotions pretty well to the point not even Osano noticed, maybe Hanako did but she's keeping quiet afraid it'll ruin the happy family illusion they have. So when Ayano starts her yandere shenanigans towards Taro he becomes interested and watches her do all these deeds in hopes of gaining his "affections". Maybe Ayano originally was a toy to him, something he uses to feel emotions based on her actions, but along the way he gets increasingly possessive of her and eventually pulls an uno reverse on Ayano and kidnaps her. He'll probably let her go after telling her everything and he'd return to watching in the sidelines as Ayano eliminates any "rivals" she has when in reality, it is highly likely Taro only does so so he can be entertained by Ayano. Sounds like a lovely dark game wherein Taro knowingly pulls all these flags and Ayano struggles to get rid of them but there is never an "end" unless either Taro gets bored of her or Ayano dies.)

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What makes people smile? What compells them to cry? How about when they laugh to the point they collapse to the side with cheeks aching? What about when they feel the hot slice of rage and the needless want to fight? What makes a person become a person? Is it the mere act of having emotions that denote them to being normal? 

I don’t understand them. Maybe that’s why my parents cried whenever they saw me stare at them. Maybe that’s why my sister keeps on clinging on to me. Maybe that’s why I feel nothing but boredom whenever I see the family I was born into. 

People told me my name suited me.

Taro Yamada, the name of an unknown dead person.

It didn’t click to me why I was so different, in a sense. I was smart, I didn’t bully other people-- what more could they want from me? I was respectful, I was calm, but apparently that wasn’t enough. Being a person can be so tough, and not at all rewarding so I didn’t care. I was already told to be a child prodigy but even then strangers would always look at me with unease, ‘whispering’ how I was surely wrong.

Wrong in what way? I would soon figure out when my parents reluctantly pulled me out of homeschool under the urgency of a child psychologist. 

When I came to school for the first time I was... surprised.

Children cried, children laughed, children made messes, children threw tantrums, children were alive.

Now I understood.

I understood why my parents locked themselves in the room to cry after they saw me wandering the halls of our house, why my younger sister clung to me trying to make me feel an ounce of emotion, why strangers threw my family pitying looks and gave me unsettled ones, and why exactly it felt like I was so disconnected from the world as though I was a living dead person.

After coming home, my parents sat me down and cautiously asked me how was my first day of school. I eyed them, wondering if I should tell them how I felt displeased to be in the presence of such noisy children, or how the teachers were patronizing towards me, or the fact that the curriculum was way below with what I was used to--

So instead I pasted on a curious look just like what I saw and told them the exact opposite of what I felt.

“My classmates are all lively!” They’re so annoying, they cry and scream over the littlest of things it’s embarrassing.

“The teachers are also nice to us, they make sure to engage.” If you could call it engage based on how they would shush the children and talk to them in that sickening sweet voice.

“Also the lessons were really easy than I thought!” It was boring, I nearly fell asleep but didn’t because I’d rather not be made an example for others to look at.

With every sweet lie I told them, they fell readily. It was almost sad to see how desperate they were, almost.

After that, I had everything I needed. My parents became more and more happy, pleased, and spoiled me whenever I flashed them that smile other children gave. They readily cleaned up any mess I made, even encouraging it by buying games I didn’t even want to play so I gave them all to my sister and by consequence she became spoiled with how I gave her second handed gifts from me, clinging even more and telling me useless things about her day, her thoughts-- 

I bore it all with an indlugent smile because I knew underneath all of that zeal Hanako knew I wasn’t getting better as my foolish parents deluded themselves into thinking, even outright yelling at the child psychologist who warned them to stay vigilant. Their child of which they loved yet feared finally felt like a child, why would they want to face the cruel reality that child could so very well be faking it? No, no that’s too painful for them so they’d rather drown in their denial.

It was amusing.

Hanako must have been in the same vein but in a completely different trajectory. She so desperately wanted that perfect happy family life she saw other kids her age have and covered up whatever cracks I had when my parents came up to me, wanting love from a child like me. It’s why she’s so clingy and desperate, she’s trying to compensate for everything I lack, she’s lucky I find her struggles and periods of derangedness of which she had to carry this happy life she oh so wanted entertaining.

Years of dancing around this issue. Years of playing house have passed and now I’m in my last year of highschool.

It was admittedly delightful to watch other people come up to me and lay down whatever burden they may have due to the reputation I built of being the quiet, unassuming, plain, and non-judgmental person. Not even the ever so infamous Info-chan of this school could ever hope to convince people of who I truly was, I was here longer than her, if she wanted to destroy me she didn’t have much in terms of blackmail.

I did live a pretty simple quiet life.

...

It’s boring.

It’s beyond boring.

I can’t even do anything without risking my reputation, not like how when I was a somewhat nobody and I entertained myself by guiding the gyarus of this school to target those shy easily taken advantage of boys that turned to delinquets, it was riveting to see the mighty Guidance Counselor break and guilt trip herself for not listening to the cries of victims. It also was such a shame that I could no longer spread any gossip about Raiburu Fumetsu being an unbeatable rival to the point she had been chained to her position and quietly suffering. It was a shame that student, Budo Masuyama, had to defeat her. It was a shame but it did help keep Osana off my back so I suppose it was a blessing in disguise.

But that doesn’t dissuade the fact I am bored.

Now here I am, wandering the halls after putting away the book I borrowed and getting another one because at this point books are the only thing I don’t feel bored with compared to people. I’m sure Kumi Demura knows what exactly I am but she wisely doesn’t say anything. I thought I felt a kinship towards her but unlike me, Kumi feels nothing about her situation, not even when people whisper about her, and yet despite her lack of emotions she has friends without faking it, faking anything.

It was vexing, especially when I even spread rumors about her and her emotions resulting to the pool of friends limiting-- she still showed nor said anything.

Maybe it is better that those who are similar repel one another, I can’t imagine what the future for me would be like if I was together with someone like me.

As I turn the corner I accidentally bumped into someone.

I quickly gave a worried look as I stretched out a hand, “H-Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry for bumping into you.”

The girl had black hair tied in a ponytail, it made me raise an eyebrow because only a few people here have black hair against the sea of rainbow colored ones. She looked up at me with her black eyes and suddenly--

It felt like I was suffocating.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, there was a crushing void dragging me in, choking me with the onslaught of emotions I never had the chance to feel. It felt as though the world was too colorful yet saturated in a way that could make your eyes bleed at the insensity.

It was intense.

And it was new.

My smile fixed itself on my face as I gave a sheepish wave, apologizing to her and hurriedly walking away. My heart pounding intensely for the very first time when I could feel her burning gaze directed at my back. 

I knew in that moment that girl was just like me. Devoid of emotions. Devoid of life.

Yet unlike me, she felt it, the rush of emotions to the point it could crush you. It was-- For a brief moment I didn’t know what to think of her other than ‘How lucky.’

“Senpai! There you are! You made me wait too long! Do you know what time it is? Everyone’s gone home, baka!” The familiar high piercing shriek of my childhood friend came to my attention as I hid the flicker of annoyance and gave her a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of my head.

“I’m sorry Osana, I got too wrapped up in my book--”

“Baka! You need to be conscious about the time you’re spending, especially when someone’s waiting for you!” Osana cut me off instantly and I gave a great big breath.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, you need to keep to your word or else you’ll make me angry!”

‘When are you not angry?’ I gritted in my head. At first I thought it’d be amusing to have this sort of person beside me but now it’s gotten too much, especially when Osana was such a coward she had to resort to verbally abusing me to hide her affections. What a counterproductive way of expressing your emotions, do you want me to hate you? And when I do you instantly become guilty and beg me not to hate you-- What else do you want me to do? You treat me with anger, I will respond in kind. Even with my lack of emotions I could empathize in I can say for certainty nobody would put up with such antics like this, maybe a masochist but sadly Osana doesn’t seem to want to go for them, it would’ve made my life easier and even then it’s annoying for me to let go of such an amusing toy like her.

I just gave her a smile and decided to look back for some reason and oh, I was treated with the wonderful look of pure homicidal rage and fervor of anger. The girl’s attention was solely on Osana who kept rambling about what she and her friend, Raiburu, did or talked about. All things I couldn’t even care about. Those black eyes of hers showed vivid urges to do something and I couldn’t help but shudder.

I’m sure with the actions I will take it would prove to be a huge movement within the school, especially regarding the unsavory historical event here in Akademi High. Whatever actions I will take, I’m sure Hanako would transfer in this school if I’ve started to break her perfect family and the daughter of the Saikou Corps would surely up the ante of the school if something oh so tragic would occur...

“Senpai? Why’re you smiling so much?” Osana asked with an edge to her voice, but I hadn’t spent all those years misdirecting and gaslighting her to think there was nothing wrong with her treasured senpai and childhood friend.

Hm? I was smiling?

I absently touched my cheek to discover I had been smiling. A cheery one if I had to put a label.

“What’re you thinking about?”

I smiled at Osana, ignoring how she spluttered out her words and her cheeks reddened, “Nothing much, just a... Interesting thought.”

We were outside the school and I chanced back to look and I smiled again when I saw a shadowy figure waiting by the window.

This’ll be fun.

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(Author’s Note: Andddd that’s it! I don’t know if I’ll expand on it but I do have other ideas about an alternate universe about Yandere Simulator, all inspirations provided by the contents of the YouTube videos I’ve been consuming.)

[pineappleciders]

Gonna be married with kids by the time this game comes out

[hazashiovo]

Oblivious, supportive fem Reader x Ayano Aisha, the reader really doesn't get that poor Ayano likes her. It would be nice if they are childhood friends and if Reader isn't a pushover or weak, just clueless as fuck when it comes to love.

After all, girls make shrines about each other all the time, right? And really, getting chocolate from your gal pal on valentines day is the best, good thing you got her home made chocolate too!

My first Yan sim request:D

Ayano Aishi x Female reader

Side note: this character is a yandere,wich means yandere themes might appear disturbing to some readers.

T/W: mentions of kidnaping,mentions of drugging, obsessive behavior,murder,blood, stalking, pshycothic behavior,mentions of self harm and suicide.

Ayano has known you ever since she started first grade. You being her only friend in school,and with time this friendship evolved.

Which made you and the dark haired girl grow closer.

Her behavior never made you uncomfortable around her, neither did her silence. Because in truth,you liked it better, the difference between you two matched perfectly.

Your out going and talkative personality tangling with Ayano's introverted and silent language.

Kids your age called her many names due to her lack of emotions,but every time you were there to send them on their way with a bruise or two, nobody talks to your best friend like that!

At first when she was little,the girl saw your behavior towards her unnecessary. Why were you trying to get close to her? She had nothing to offer back to you.

But as she grew, whenever you weren't around her there was this empty spot in her heart,and that dull feeling griping her soul.

Not long before starting highschool did she realize what this meant.

Her mother talked to Ayano about this,since she was a child.Of course you were her special person,the one who will fill her heart with joy and warmth.

You belong to her.

And nobody can convince her otherwise.

You noticed when she became more clingy to you during breaks,but what you didn't see was the way she was glaring down at any student who dared to look at you for more than one second.

You didn't ask questions when your things were 'Borrowed' and never given back,it's what friends do,right? They share things with each other.

There would be times when you felt followed,like a shadow was glooming over you, following your every move when she wasn't with you. Even if you turned around to ease your paranoia,not seeing anyone there made it worse for you.

People noticed how tight you were with Ayano,so they chose not to meet pats with you. After all the shorter girl was creepy,who would want to tangle in something so complicated, definitely not most of the students,that's for sure.

But some couldn't help but be curious, maybe the feeling of being with someone they shouldn't be excited them.

But it didn't matter to Ayano. How do I know? The student coincidentally died because of food poisoning.

Rat poison isn't a condiment,silly.

Nothing changed after the incident,you and Ayano were closer,yes, that's because she offered you more protection than before, promising something like this will never happen to you. Unless it has to

Oh and she was over the moon when you accepted her invitation for a sleepover over, barely waiting to see your beautiful sleeping face,maybe she could even steal a kiss.

It didn't strike you as weird when you accidentally found her little shrine.

Dedicated to you, you even found it cute.

It had some of the hair ties and pins Ayano 'borrowed' from you a long while ago, pictures with the two of you as little children,pre teens and one from the first day of school.

She even kept the doodles you drew for her couple of months ago. Awh,she really is a sentimentalist even if she doesn't show it.

When ayano saw you looking trough her prized possessions she swore she saw her life flash before her eyes.

Heart rate quickening and this panick taking place in her chest. What will you say now? You will definitely hate her and then you won't want to be her friend anymore. How will she see you if you won't be her friend? How will she confess her love to you?

Of course all those thoughts broke when she heard your chuckle. Mind suddenly clear from the anxious rambling in her head.

"Man, why didn't you tell me? If I knew you prized those moments so much I would have taken more photos!" Relief completely washes over her when she sees that grin on your sweet lips. Why was she over thinking in the first place? You never doubted her, you're her loyal friend.

Of course,if you ever were to be creeped out by her she would have to take you, she'd never allow you to leave. After all you two can have a wonderful life together, whether you like it or not.

But that's not the case now, fortunately she doesn't have to drug you and tie you to her bed. How fortunate !

She smiles, nodding and promising to ask you for more photos for her 'prized moments'.

More people started either going missing or end up dead. People who tried taking you away from her,can't they see? You belong with her, you belong to her.

Since people are so stupid,she has to make it obvious and spell it in their face.

Slowly, letters practically spawned in your shoe locker.

Love poems calling you the sweetest of names. You were intrigued who this anonymous fan was,you must say you even tried peeking to see who was leaving them,but failed each time.

Ayano on the other hand was overwhelmed by pride when she heard you rambling about your secret admirer, cutely giggling over one particular sentence or so.

But she also felt... jealous? It doesn't matter that she's the one who wrote them,but seeing you so enamored with this 'anonymous ' person annoyed her.

On occasions she started gifting you chocolate she knew you liked. Mostly doing it because she loved your happy little squeals and that hug that followed after. She loved the feeling of your chest pressed against hers so tightly. Often wondering how it would feel without the layers of clothes on top of it.

This was only a step further to her plan, this way it wouldn't be a shock when she confessed her undying love to you. You will realize she's the only one you deserve,and you'll accept her love,even return it!

By the end of the first school year you're ready for the final part of her plan.

Yeah the people in your class wonder how you two are not dating yet. Of course they can see how deep Ayano is in for you,but you simply can't.

Making you hers. After she worked so hard this whole year to please you and gain your affection (even if she already had it) she's finally ready to spill her feelings to you.

So here she is,hidden behind the Sakura flower tree, waiting for you to join her.

Your secret admirer called you here to tell you something important,right in the last day of school,in case something goes wrong.

She will leave with you in any case scenario, preferably hand in hand ,rather than taking you home in a box,oh well.

If all goes well,by this time next year you will be her beloved girlfriend,but if not, then you'll be in her basement accompanied by her. Easy.

"Ayano?" Your sweet voice calls out once you get a whiff of the dark ponytail behind the thick tree. It's now or never.

And there she goes, spilling her feelings to you hoping you will return them. Telling you how she wrote those letters meaning every single word that was written on the paper. How she spent her afternoons making the chocolate gifted to you.

This of course came off as a surprise to you, never really thinking Ayano would be able to fall for somebody , especially you. Her best friend since first grade. We're you just so obvious you never noticed the signs?

One look at her flushed face and hopeful eyes and you knew that you also liked her all along,you just chose to push those feelings aside due to your fear of them never being returned by the brunette.

Of course you accepted her confession,and returned it of course.

But if you truly knew the things she had to do to have you,never In a million years would you choose to be hers.

Bonus, slightly suggestive

Ayano didn't usually dream,but when she did ,you were the star of the dream.

Most of her dreams would end up with you on display for her. The next morning she would check you out and pout, thinking that it's a long way before she actually gets to see you and touch your naked body.

But a girl can dream,right?

[miserablehoney]

A sketchy comic that I just finished.

[dirtyhandslolo]

• Ayano and Ryoba paper sketches •

They were little sketches of Ayano and Ryoba in more chibi-like style.

[vcodenv]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °Being in a relationship with Ayano Aishi ¡! ❞⭑

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warnings : None.

gn reader

word count : 351

crossposted from ao3

★ • Absolutely worships the ground you stand on.

★ • Willing to do anything just to please you , she just wants to make you happy. (ó﹏ò｡)

★ • Extremely jealous, wants to be the center of your attention at all times. If you even stare at another person for too long she'll be upset. But she can't stay upset for long, especially when you smother her in affection. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ . Ayano spots you near the fountain at school. She beams when she sees you and is about to walk up but then she notices you talking to someone...(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ). She immediately stops in her tracks and just stares, the only two words spiraling in her mind are, "Kill them." She should be the only person making you smile and laugh like that. (ง'̀-'́)ง Eventually, you see Ayano standing there and wave her over. She walks over and stands at your side, when you glance at her you notice that she's glaring at your friend silently. After a few minutes you bid farewell to your friend and walk off with Ayano by your side, an uncomfortable silence taking over. (・–・;)ゞ You decide to break the ice and speak up, "Uh...Ayano, what's up? Is something wrong?" She stays silent for a few seconds before sighing and deciding to just come clean, "I didn't like seeing you with that person earlier, you were laughing a lot. Looked like you were having fun..." Your features soften listening to her words "Hey, Ayano. You know you're the only one for me," You begin to plaster kisses all over her face. "c'mon, smile for me." A smile finally graces her lips and you intertwine your hand with hers. ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) .

★ • Will literally kill for you. Someone annoying you? Dead. Someone being rude or bullying you? Double dead. Someone trying to steal you away from her? Triple dead.

★ • Loves quality time. She just wants to be around you 24/7 (ㅅ' ˘ ')

[aresonist]

did some yan sim drawings cause im normal and sane i also drew the bullies but i just realised their models r way darker than their official art makes them so ill have to fix that later :(

[peachiime]

antics at akademi — a yandere simulator inspired story.

akademi high school is a very prestigious establishment, saved only for the most eloquent and intelligent students. it's the place where budding youths go to be modeled into the perfect member of society, it's the place where dreams come true, it's the place where everything runs as perfectly and as smoothly as you can possibly imagine it. akademi highschool is a utopia...

...said no one ever.

akademi fell to shambles long ago, and this year's batch of interesting characters seem dedicated to tearing it to pieces even more, whether they're doing it consciously or not.

these people are far from normal. every day, there's some new conflict or event or explosion or bird attack. and don't think that the list of troublemakers only extends to the students, because these teachers are the only people working there for a reason.

does that intrigue you yet? if so, you might be interested in following the progression of this school year, where you'll watch relationships break and form, people rise and fall, see it get worse, then become slightly less worse. you know, that stuff.

akademi high school is way past the description of disorderly. it's downright hellish.

but it will get better.

want to see?

(more information under the cut.)

antics at akademi is a retelling of yandere simulator, with the same setting and characters, but a different genre. it takes on more of a slice of life comedy story, with some elements of drama in there as well.

when published on ao3 and wattpad in the future, every chapter will follow to day-to-day life of the students of akademi for a whole school year. every moment will be full of things that make you smile, laugh, cry, or hit your head again your screen.

antics at akademi is an entirely separate thing from the game it is inspired by, and is in no way in support of yandere dev; not supporting anything the original may imply, not supporting his actions or ideologies, none of that. i am a very different person and i am telling a very different story from yandere dev.

any questions, comments, or concerns are encouraged. don't feel afraid to submit an ask, and please reblog my posts whenever you can if you want to support this project!

and also note that posts will probably be slow, since there's a lot of information to share and i'm very busy with life right now. in the meantime, there are many other posts about antics at akademi that you can see by checking out the specially made tag for it! (its just antics at akademi again. search it up wink wink)

once again, don't feel afraid to ask any questions, whether they're silly or serious. thank you for reading this far, and i hope you decide to follow the production of antics at akademi! much love <3

[saikou-doll]

btw guys i just communicated with the most super intelligent species of aliens and when i showed them these two pics they said yes those girls would and should definitely kiss. and fall in love forever. just letting you know.

[old-mininsta]

they seem to be very good friends

[timefospookies]

predictions for the final game 😋😋😋😋

[maslosstuff]

Aishi's redesigns

[monsterkyyle]

Ayano redesign

in don’t mind her design but i mostly just felt the skirt was too short and thats really all that bothered me

i also feel as though her cold personality was very boring - i dont think shed be brash or anything. just relaxed rather than being stand-offish.

maybe i could make a full on character redo for her; justice for her character and how lowkey botched it is.

[miserablehoney]

Enemies with similarities.

[s0urk]

Ayano vs Ayano

Same person. Different universe.

Lmao

Og image

[vcodenv]

⋆.ೃ Breaking up with Ayano ࿔*:･

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gn reader

warnings : mention of torture once.

word count : 176

cross-posted

★ • She kinda just stands there, a manic expression taking over her face. ⊙_☉

★ • "You want to...break up? That's a funny joke. You really had me there for a second!" (っ◕‿◕)っ

★ • She won't let you leave..as soon as she set eyes on you she determined you were hers, so she's not letting you go any time soon. (ง'̀-'́)ง

★ • Will do everything just to convince you to stay. Cute dates? Check. Showering you in compliments? Check. Buying you gifts? Check. (≧◡≦)

★ • If this doesn't work and you still insist you want to break up. she's not afraid to resort to more extreme ways to convince you. ಠ_ಠ

★ • She'll either torture you in her basement until you submit, or threaten to harm people dear to you.╰(°ㅂ°)╯

★ • When you finally agree to not leave her, she'll be ecstatic.

★ • "I knew you didn't want to actually leave me! We belong together." (✦ ‿ ✦)

★ • In conclusion you can't break up with Ayano. You are hers and she is yours.