Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 5: A Mentor Of Sorts

 It had come to the (h/c) haired girl's attention that not only was she a fiancee of the eldest heir of a reputable family, but she was also an avid student. At least, that was what the redhead had told her. He seemed quite excited by the prospect of her being accepted into a thriving university and receiving a full scholarship. While she didn't need it and he informed her that he would gladly pay for any kind of education she wanted, it was nice to know she could function outside of the estate.

It wasn't that she disliked it. The area was vast and stunning to the eye, but despite its large size, it still felt enclosed. The rural setting of the estate was perched on a mountain overlooking the rest of the city. When she ran to the very front of the estate and climbed up the stairs to the roof, she could see the entire downtown beneath her. She wasn't certain whether she was a city person or a country person, but she could see herself being a part of both worlds.

After all, the only people she had talked to that weren't servants and helpers was Shota and his little sister, and even then, conversation was scarce. While he tried deeply to make time for her, the red-haired male was preoccupied with phone calls, and often was arranging for amenities to be provided to the company. Even if Okura had helped him greatly with his workload and there were plenty of other assistants, she always felt guilty interrupting his work. The stress must have taken a heavy toll on him. She couldn't add to that pile.

On the other hand, Nami always seemed energetic and ready to talk with the girl that was promised to be her elder sister in the near future. She attempted to grab onto (Y/n) and take her around to all of their favorite places - or at least the ones that used to be. And while the younger redhead was very cute and pleasant to spend time with, the (h/c) haired girl always felt pressured to relive her past. Nami wanted her to remember everything, and she just couldn't will it to be so. If she wasn't so worried about trying not to disappoint the younger girl, then the uncertainty that manifested in herself certainly made her keep her distance at times.

With the servants - though she thought she had a good rapport with them - there was always a barrier between how close they could get. Some of them had claimed to have been friends with her since she had come to the house and talked about all of the fun they would have together, but often, it seemed stifled. Clearly, they enjoyed the (h/c) haired girl's company and thought of her highly, but there was still that line between friend and worker. Unfortunately, despite her best attempts, the younger girls was never able to pull them past the servant stage of friendship.

That was why she was very much looking forward to going to the university in the city. While she was aware the air wouldn't be nearly as clear or the sky as bright, there would be more people she could talk with. Perhaps she would be able to make friends and push back her loneliness, replacing it with numerous people she could be herself around. Well, even if she wanted such a thing, her idea of who she was was vague at best, but that was all the more reason to make more acquaintances. Perhaps, through them, she could find out more about herself.

At that stage, Shota knew far more about her than she did, and it was both mortifying and almost unnerving. He meant well, she knew as much, but he babied her often, worrying over the slightest of things. It was as if he thought she was a fragile feather wanting to be swept away by the wind. He constantly held onto it for fear that it would fly away and attempted to protect the delicate tufts. That being said, she believed she was capable of looking after herself, and wanted to lift the burden of taking care of her off of his shoulders.

Of course, she couldn't have known, but doing something as such would have devastated him to no end. He lived for the privilege of taking care of her, wanting to protect, cherish, admire, and take inspiration from her. Losing the ability to do any of such precious actions would have likely broken him. If not just barely, then largely, perhaps prompting a spacious emptiness to swell in his chest at the absence of something so vastly comprising his heart.