MENTAL Deterioration. [Yandere! Hanako-kun X Reader]

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Hanako waited for a moment to see what you would do. A spark ignited in his chest when you paled, look of horror outmatching the despairing trembles your body was provoked with.

You saw it fit to flee, but the ghost on the other hand kept you restrained. His gaze was maniac, sharp, malicious-- in complete disregard for the consequences of his future actions. However, his welcomed insanity seemingly vanished... Or at least that's what it looked like.

The male chuckled leisurely, leaning his head close to tease you with yet another one of his grins. "[L/N], can't you take a joke? Why would I want to take away what you value most?" While staring into his deadly amber hues, they glowed because of the overlaying moonlight brightening up the dim bathroom. They were enchanting, just as they were frightening.

"I'd rather not stain my hands with your blood." He peered away from you, and you thought it was an unusual action. As soon as he succumbed to distraction, you yanked your hands from his strain and then stumbled back. 

Something that laid dormant inside of you collapsed, and you realized that you had a mouth full of words that you wanted to spill. "Hanako..." The ghost was already staring since the moment you acted, his attention onto you fully.

He didn't flinch nor jerk when you started to regain your jumbled thoughts and trotted up to him angrily, scorning upon your hand whipping his face harshly. The slap has hard enough for your ears to ring. Well, it was either that or it was your ear's defense to tune him out. 

Hanako's head was tilted away from you for some time, obviously questioning whether or not this was reality. A bruise had slowly took form, followed by reddened markings that was noticeable from even a great distance.

"You're just a sick, a manipulative bastard!" You shouted, preparing yourself to give him another piece of what he deserved. Yet your arm shook, and so did your hand.. revealing your hesitancy. Although you were crying, the basis of those tears were made up of both fury and despair. "You go on and on about friendship... but you're manipulating me.. trying to break me... Trying to hurt me!"

Instead of slapping him, you grabbed him by the collar to make sure he was close enough to see your pain at it's fullest display. "Instead of earning my love, you're doing the opposite! Being selfish isn't making anything better... I hate you so much and everything you've put me through that I'm losing my mind!!"

Breathing out heavily, you would lower your head, releasing his collar slowly. "What kind of person calls this love..? What I'd love nothing more is to have someone make a sincere confession to me under the evening's sun... Watching the leaves fall.." When you pinched your eyelids shut, Kou's smiling face instantly breached your mind, only it was cracked like sensitive glass.

"If you want to make me happy then I beg of you... Let me go.. Please... I'm so tired of struggling. First my biological parents, my step mom, and now you.. I-..I just ... want to rest..." You started borrowing deeper into the abyss of bottomless depression. If only you could end this fight peacefully... No retaliation from either parties.

The apparition had turned his body away, moving away to try to settle his mental dilemma by approaching his trademark windowsill. You wished you knew what he was thinking, but he was unpredictable knowing his thought process. "..."

His subtle and quiet hand had drifted down into his blazer, grabbing his signature weapon by the handle only to pull it out discreetly. It was unknown if he was trying to be secretive, but one thing was the indisputable fact; he was planning something devious. "...Okay."

You flinched and nearly buckled. He was finally accepting and giving thought to your feelings? And after you were convinced that he didn't think about anyone but his lonesome, selfish being..